Empty, numb, lost
only a kind of serenity
like a quiver tree standing
among the barren rocks in southern Africa
Are you alive?
Yes, beneath the supreme tranquility
you are also an ocean surging in darkness
with primordial water teeming with possibilities,
or countless stem cells
reproducing themselves to take shapes,
or an engulfing longing
that aches, yet soothes,
or a statue absorbing in itself.
Looking from inside,
you are a colossal magnetic field
directing filings with a magic wand.
You see in your own sea
the bubbles emerge out of breaking waves.
Nature and human labyrinth
is a cluster of shifting scenes in your dream
or just a finely-embroidered nightgown
you wear while you sleep.
Afternoon, December 17, 2010