One fall afternoon

Blue Crinkle 9/26/2014

Crinkled blue foil

Streaming through the air

On a cool gray afternoon

Racing down the road. 

Snowflakes blowing sideways

Through the halo of a streetlight

Through my father’s office window

Thirty years ago. 

The bottom dropping out beneath us

As my car drives off an embankment

Falling in slow motion

On a hot Georgia night.

Disjointed thoughts flash in my brain

For purposes unknown

And unexamined

But is it better to write it down

Or better to forget? 

Time collapses to a pin point

And that is all it is

As I sleep in my skin

And walk in my dreams. 

The world teeters and wobbles

Into madness

And yet everything falls into place

In a mysterious synchronicity

All known in advance.

They can call it what they will

And they can ignore it if they want

But what is true is still true

And what is wrong

Is still wrong. 

Dream for me

That everything is connected

And that all these limitations

Will all disappear.

We will make the world over

In perfect colors

That no one has seen

And feast with each other

With nothing to lose

And everything to gain. 

Afterwards we laugh

Because we should have known, all along

But what is real

Will still be beautiful

Just as when

We first believed.