8.10.2010

Let the Meeting Begin

The gnats like shooting stars,
Diving at the underwater light,
I felt so small up there,
So quietly representative,
Before diving in,
Listening to the congregation of bubbles,
The glaze that moves with my hands,
Sweeping around itself,
So unconcerned, or entirely there,
All the secret voices,
But before I could respond,
Laughter.

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