SURFACES. an elegy

all that i see are surfaces
smooth and even
like looking through a telescope
a long vague view
a distant twinkle
but to feel innereness  
we need a close up
all
a mystery
at first glance
and
second glance
and still
a hundred glances later

finally we see the red army ants on the march
and
Gods cold shoulder
to the half eaten frog
still trying to get away

only slowly do we see
when intimacies tell all
one exposure at a time
our souls light casting its dark edges

zoo of dark moons
wrested by hope
yet decay and split seeds
covered by a smile

we are all children
of primal instability
dingies taking water
minds and bodies fleeting vessels
desperately trying to hold ourselves together
appalled by the roads of God
that kill our days
and
stamp out our lives
for heavens sake