Shimmer ~ Wednesday, October 29, 2025

With attention to detail, she sees milk
in the carton, pours it into a glass
then drinks, her brother observes her and sees
her as God, and the milk as God, the silk

appears to shimmer, soft tremulous light
to pour God into God, walk on the grass
the blades tickle the soles of your feet, bees
enter and exit their nest, the hollow
nestled in a tupelo tree, the bright
tremulous light at dawn, when the birds sing
invent another world, where beauty dies
only to awaken, rebirth, to bring
not only joy but sorrow with the flies

traveling great distances to follow
orgiastically, an assent to scent

dead animal, putridity, to smell
entrails of a buck, hit and left for dead
to watch an animal suffer is bent
as a stick in the water, although straight
indeed the appearance rings like a bell
light tremulous soft as a breeze, I read

somewhere in an old philosophy book
how what appears may not open the gate
enter and exit the bees from their hive

something may not be as it seems, deceit
enters and exits, more dead than alive
enter and exit failure and defeat
success shakes hands, you can tell with one look

milk appears analogous of the divine
in a word, all is lies, until truth comes
little by little from out of the slums
kindness loving all life, drunk with port wine