flow

your smile is a living candle

and I the moth rejoicing


your heart

bears a trusting gravity

and I the apple unresisting

fall


your soul opens into

an intelligent sea and I am

the boat in thrall sailing to our days

as they must flow
on


J. Pratt-Walter, (c) 2019

In the Belly of Forever

The unspeakably large

Universe

    wears the imprint of

all the passion

my slight being can hold.

The Bang went, and I,

still unmade,

went along, and there,

in the belly of Forever,

you too.

We are

pinpoints on end,

inconsequential atoms

when alone.

The electrons of these words

are too lazy and soft

to be taken seriously,

but the Universe is dilute

compared to the white Gravity

of my Love.

J. Pratt-Walter

12/31/2014, reworked 11/2017