Monday, May 1, 2006

Ellipse

(reposted)

Ellipse

There is bliss in the arc of a whale's tail
and the way the rain only strikes me
every seventh drop.

And if you're careful, you'll find it
in the curve between the morning glory
and the tip of a hummingbird's tongue.

But we don't dive in the ocean
or run unfettered through the storm,
and our nectar falls, not from
wordless feathered flights,

but from the empty bend of my arms.



1 comment:

  1. *sigh* you are the greatest of story tellers. *hug*

    ReplyDelete