is forever unreachable
so too here
nowhere we remain

of gods

it would seem
that some gods
are violent gods
others frivolous gods
and many
not gods at all
sure we dream
of a world
in which all gods
would be peaceful
caring gods
but we are part
of the world
as are the gods
and so it is not
for us to choose
the divine
but to recognize
and accept it
no matter
how difficult
especially when
it appears anything
but divine


neither fire
nor ash

but something akin
to the gaze

of even the holy

other than light

borne aloft
by the earth’s embrace

toward an ars poetica (ii)

neither wait
nor expectation
rather vigilance

toward an ars poetica (i)

words fluttering
against the glass