Particles
The boy on the bicycle is really quite a man. He’s got on a shaved face and he rides at a steady pace. When I look at him, for just a moment, I think about colliding particles And how close can we get And how close can we be in the human life? *** It’s a blustery day, windy and grey with full bellied clouds. They look like huffing, pluming horses Reigned in. A storm is coming at noon, they say, So I am out on my walk at 10:08. I hear an unfamiliar clacking sound Stirred up in the wind… They are chimes, but not silver-metallic Glittering bells. They sound ceramic and earthy And I am excited to hear them. I pass the pepper tree, and for a moment I think of the boy who died many years ago. I imagine him, wherever he may be, Still present in his eternal moments And I pray for him to choose the good things Like kindness and joy and hope and justice… Whatever this feeling is, I wish it for him ...