The Prologue's End

The coulee calls one down the ridge

And the sunrise fills it up with gold

The mule deer watch and wait

And the new valley’s edge beckons

What waits for me upon the other side?

Here in these brutalist walls

Enmeshed in fluorescent light

I build upon myself and wait

With minds united and diverse

I slag through texts and pages

The digital blue-glow lights the way

And acrimonious groups parse opaque instructions

Filling the valley with fog

Here at the prologue’s culmination

I emerge from the fog-thick vale

And see three more ahead

And beyond

The glowing plain

This is, after all, just the prologue

Play and Interplay

A touch of bottled light reflected

Across the eyes

A dance of undulating waved

Into the ears

A breath of crisp air

with the clean decay of leaves

The play and interplay of what goes in

And what bubbles to come out

Let it out

Don’t fear

Lest it be bad

Let it be bad

Or at least, let it be not good

Not yet

Still frothing, growing, changing

Let it out

Let it breathe

Let it leave and become

Let the play and interplay not end

With the black hole of your eyes

The vacuum of your ears

Let it free

Let it back out

Teach me your play

And interplay

Where the blue glow ends
 And the slick dark begins

Where the lean and hunch
Becomes the cower and drowse

Where the time slips
And comes off the axel
And rolls away
And we watch it go

Though it travels as fast as we walk

Meet us there
And save us from it.