Marlton, NJ, Philadelphia, USA
People Finder
Trees line like a library,
and clouds remold into fog
dissipating like books lost,
long overdue, yet in the midst.
Mortality comes and goes
like mist.
But love is not thin as paper.
Nor narrow as a trap,
nor wide as a net.
It is more than the passing mist.
Such haze goes thick, but
cuts apart through the trees.
You and I find each other
in all of this,
in the intertwined glitter
falling like diamonds.
See us
upon the glassy leaves.
You smile at me.
I smile at you.
Sun upon the forest,
the prism within us.
Remains
See at earth’s surface,
cheetah, once so fast,
now motionless, breathless.
But nothing stays still.
Dirt is now the cheetah.
One and the same.
And, so am I.
Ages upon ages have melted away.
Death by stone, by arrow, by gun,
by time, and an array of ways.
And still,
sun has not stopped yet, its run.
Earth is not heaven.
As this parched place is wont to do,
it steels its own skin callous
and in doing so, hardens its heart
to the furnace fire, and even to the rain.
But time persuades and blurs the way.
Fate will wait, but not forever.
Heaven is forever.
Dirt is the cheetah.
It will now once again race
with the present sun,
swift as the fast, present worm.
Alive, and so am I.
Joe Bisicchia writes of our shared dynamic. An Honorable Mention recipient for the Fernando Rielo XXXII World Prize for Mystical Poetry, he has written nearly two hundred individual works that have been published in nearly ninety publications. Commonality of humankind is a constant theme as he highlights the extraordinary power of faith in ordinary, everyday life. The collection widewide.world to unwind has been published by Cyberwit.
His website is www.widewide.world.