Touch Grass

 

An imperceptible axe drew a line 

                                    in the air

I could see the silver lining 

                                    dangling there

like a bolt of lightening 

before it gnashed the forest senses like a mythical Greco Roman army

a trillion sea green helmets fell upon the sands like hermit crabs

rolling downhill, making sounds of castanets

before the great wave stood there tall and still

like the Tower of Babel before 

the fall and I

realized the web was made to crash me

while the burrow crabs dug deeper in their intrinsic march

and every soul does wait for the sound of bells in the distance

to guide the bread crumb path

although somewhere along the way

was the Erasure of communion

I set my sights upon the atmospheric ledge

beyond an armada of satellites

and began to question

the texture of starlight,

Mary in the night sky descending like

starfall

as my heartbeat

settled back into the rhythmic cadence

of sea flow

an ancient Noahaic mariner

without

the digital

collapse.

Song

The Invitation of the Voyage, Rene Magritte

Corinthian helmets, Museum of Olympia