Sunday, March 8, 2009

Another Sunday Son Poem (# 19)

Rock Water Scissors

The consciousness of all
Creation isn’t
metaphysical, some
speculation,

philosophical
conceit or cirrus
cloud reflected in
my sweating glass

of lemonade, but rock
hard mineral
or vegetable
or animated water-

fall descending
in a galaxy of sentient
enlightened
splash.


~Son Rivers 2005

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