Friday, October 06, 2006

En passant

At an evening meal
I note you near-idly
across a crowded cafe
your transparent face
as you face companions
unremarkably ordinary
then remarkably backlit
by random suns and stars
of universes of emotion
raw red and ugly
one moment,
calmed and settling
the next
then exploding suddenly
projecting the shattering
kind of shining beauty
that Greek armadas
have chased to Troy.
I pay my bill,
pass you plainfaced again
at your table, deep in
treacherous conversation
make my way to the door
navigating chancily by
a spinning nightful
of suns and stars
through all of the thousands
of wooden ships passing me.


Anonymous said...

Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, oh boy...need I say more?

Day Dreamer said...

Wow. I hardly ever see that in restraunts.