An Image




An Image

Indifferent in so many ways
Who says which light is brighter
No one knows me like I do 

To wander…
in and out of the forest
Arresting me for delinquency
testing and breaking me

Teaching me to run and feel alive again
So symbolic, so literal
see an outline

If you talk to a bird, it responds
Breathe on a plant, it responds

In a tent made of wood
when the light hits my skin

*I remember*

The strobe hitting my eyes
making heaven real
The night comes so slow
It leaves me longing alley shadows
Silhouetted on a brick wall
Elongated and contorted into art

Red   Yellow  and   Green
send painted lines from the rain
like a wall in the sky
When the moon is the only light
on freeway at night
Blended like rays meeting rays 
and
I’m so awestruck

Created on ... July 21, 2004