Alphα and Ωmega
infinite, immortal, and unchangeable
And what looms up treelike?
huge puffy translucent puffs of ice
trees without trunks
leaves foliage twigs branches…
hovering ethereal and mysterious over the surface of the waters.
Above the canopy?
Cyclopean, a knife-spear
rends the heavens and comes down
piercing bone and marrow
belligerently defying its lunar superior…
and a swallow
past my head.
Long live experiential poetry!