poem 113 of a poem a day for 2012 (NaPoWrimo 1)

feeding the dark hems

sack-cloth rivers watch time

stacking each carved

clearly identifiable feature

the Sun can sell of you

to pair gravity with

rise the probabilities

by the day and

flood the outcomes

in the languages

of dreams at night

tell

 destiny

to orbit

obituaries

and wait

long odds

fate 

always 

wants

for

a

ride

back

to what

you might

have thought

once was paradise

even to some, like me

no one ever needs to be

a Moses in the reeds

inside Easter baskets

or some other place

that nestles time

into bright colors

all our eggs

crawling for portal noses

somewhere in the grass

are waiting to be found

walking on eye-lashes

and wings born down

the rabbit hole again

where every question

is an entire Universe

inside every meaning

each facet

each piece

of what is

right now

to someone

is another poem

on the path somewhere

in the trickery

of a clock and

the emptying

contents of night

EJR ©