Lines

The smallest shadows all sleep like salamanders under dust like rocks we lift quietly, searching with tiny microscopes, microscopes too small to look through…

The horizon went limp as a popped bicycle chain, the world now inventing your footprints across it, the sky, thinking rain, but not saying a word...

With age as amputation, future as prosthetic, youth is a phantom limb...

The heartbeat sprouts from a flatline’s soil—the farmer keeps careful watch over the coming harvest…

Apology: This must be some new area of study...

Hint: The biggest secret is, you already know everything...

5 comments:

Ethel Rohan said...

I kept returning to this line, it's somehow compelling: "the sky, thinking rain, but not saying a word..."

Eric Beeny said...

Big thanks, Ethel...

J. Michael Wahlgren said...

I really like a microscope too small to look into as well as the shins' song, phantom limb. Cool.

Eric Beeny said...

There's a Shins song with that line already, or is there just a song called 'Phantom Limb'?

J. Michael Wahlgren said...

It's a song title by the Shins.