words these soft words

dance before me

like floaters

epiphany translucent ricochet

ceruuu

            lee 

                         an

now near now far as mysterious as

a spring rain

that seems to rise not

fall

but why this should occur on a day

so busy with other things

why

it should suddenly be

words

only words that comfort me

and strange ones

at that words i never use in normal discourse

makes me wonder if

there are totems perhaps embedded in the appearance of things

more so than in

their accustomed meanings

the skin stretched tautly over them as when

in super slow motion

on film with no sprockets we see the millisecond

movement of a pole vaulter

stretching his body to the limit

a motion so prolonged that it no longer attaches itself

to the act but becomes

a thing unto itself a constantly changing image

like our lives passing by

so slowly

so incredibly fast we cannot say who

or what we are until the film glides through

and the screen

goes white and we

rise