Subterranean
Sept 22 2008


Subterranean, I thought.
Dark,
immobilized,
the crushing weight of rock.

No, it feels more submerged
waterlogged
— cross-currents, under-tows,
struggling to talk.

Or could it be lost
in interstellar space
— black,
and bottomless.

Then how long ‘til I disintegrate,
the vacuum
boiling-off my blood?
My boundaries
blurring, softening,
my molecules
bursting apart.
‘Til I expand to fill the cosmos;
my atoms
become the stuff of stars.