Swimming with Fish

Jesus is going to rise to his highest point in the east-er sky

It’s still cold

Turn on the heater

Lucifer is getting in my view of the brightest 

I forget!

I am shining

Mother-earth what do you have in common with the phases of the moon

The blood of a woman related to her womb

The tides, the white swift upon the shore

soaking my feet

Look! That child has stolen fibanocci seashells and placed them on the sand

orderly and neat 

But has no idea what this planet does for the rest of “out there”

as the “out there” does all for him and this place where he sits

So in the water, he plays 

splashing among the fish

that wouldn’t be alive

if it weren’t for John the Baptist 

~ by artrockpoetry on March 12, 2008.