Friday, December 31, 2004

Don't Tell Me... (ef)

Don’t tell me to shut up, world –
I was silent for centuries before this life:
I was a stone.

So my mouth makes up for lost time.

And my eyes read books to punish you:
You can’t follow me here, world.
You can’t critique or improve my journey.

Each step this stone takes is its own –
By tongue and/or toe.

Sunday, December 12, 2004

Vanishingly Small (ef)

A quadrillion
Varying forms of hydrogen or oxygen
A quintillion
Water molecules
A septillion
Snowflakes fall every winter
In North America
You and I are
Asymptotes
The harder I look at You –
The more the differences between us vanish.