*Editor's Note: First appeared on On the Grid Zine on April 1st, 2015.
Because this stage that I am upon does not play out that way.
Each note my unsavory voice cast is only echoed
in this second of the hour glass. My strength has been measured
Like a camel treading through months of countless sand
Only to find there is no dead end.
Either I am at that point where the electron
Fired and the constellation’s
Star showers imagination
On the toddler’s eye. Or at the exact time Helen Keller
Discovers the life she sees is the one that
Can’t be shared.
I’m at the iceberg which found its way to
Africa and is ecstatic to be adventurous only to
Be entrapped in smothering heat that erodes it to
Death,where at the coast line a girl is bathing in the cool
Winds off of it for a mere time only to return to her disordered nation.
I am that mighty stone that
Killed Goliath the warrior, but also the
Friend, father and