Montage

There
Is a spider on my side view mirror.
I notice her
When I am changing into
The fast-lane,
Too late to save her
From this ride. She does not move,
Clinging
To the only choice she has -

Spider
Web
Reflection of spider
Reflection of web -

Images
Of fleeting milestones, flickering
Like
A wild montage.

This house of hers
should be easy
To rip from its foundation…And yet,
No matter
How fast I drive
No matter
How much the wind warps

The spider is steadfast
And not one thread is broken.

Here We are

Here we are

As October fades
Into November
And a chill creeps

Into air
Into water
Into earth

Here we are

Crawling
Walking

Still falling

Here we are even
In dark surrounded

By stars
By moon
By black

Glowing universe

Here
We are deep in prayer

Here
We are overcome
With awe

Here
We
Are

Here
We are

Here we are

Pretty Things

Digging for

Pretty things - Sustained

by what

they were created to conceal -

Excavation

Enticing

The hope that

Heaven, alone, is real.

Burrowing

Away from genuine artifacts

Archaeology of discontent:

Everyone

Wants more

Than

Pretty things.