NOTES ON WATER
We are always amazed at the way
Water says to us, reflections,
The cusp of foam upon its lips,
Those barriers that keep us
Away from the edge.
Color in the water.
The water on fire.
The way it sees all things
From love to funerals.
Sometimes there is a great breath
Taken, one we cannot name,
That, as it moves from
The body becomes the name of time,
But always we remember,
Not always a “new, new”
But a roiling up from the bowels
Built like a melody,
To hold freely without using
Any room. In the eyes,
In the ears. We see ourselves
Sometimes we think we are drowing
But no, we are being carried.
It passes around us, through us
And WE ARE CARRIED.
Listen to our names.
GOD MUST BE CHLORINE GAS
God must be chlorine gas.
On Niagara Falls Boulevard at 1:00 AM
The red lights went on. All cars
Stopped. The air became green with
Chlorine gas as it vented
Into the air of Niagara Falls.
Five minutes of clouds full.
Dreams of death in its many forms
Caught in headlights and a view.
A road stretching toward
The Falls covered in green gas.
Claxhorns blaring danger.
A line of cars watching this
Terror blows into our very
Air. There was no escape.
Eventually the traffic light
Changed to green itself and
Suddenly it was safe to proceed
Through Klieglights on ghost figures
Closing valves against any future.