New Poem

This is the first new poem I've dared to share with the world in many years (aside from a few harmless haiku). This is scary.


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red desert sand sifts
through my fingers, so many
universes falling into the breeze
as a raven circles in spirals
on wind currents in the canyon,
its black shape a reminder
of time's passage, minutes
falling away just as the sand
I hold returns to source,
so, too, do I return,
soaring on the currents
between passing seconds,
falling quietly into the gap
that is more real, more
alive, more frightening
than the rattlesnake coiled
only inches from my feet,
the twitch of realization
and then silence, infinite, leaden
silence: no desert, no sand,
no raven, no snake, no self


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