Like a plane rushing overhead, the world
and soluble moment – never far
from dreaming. We could make
the blue sky rain.
because when we die
we become it, but when
we are alive
we’re forced to live within
it, then perhaps
is the closest
not afraid. We’re afraid
of the dark, and of what’s
around that bend, and what happens
when you unscrew a fire hydrant, but we’re not afraid
of going to sleep at night. Death was existential. Death was a wonder.
Sometimes late at night though, like a little drill inside my skull, I would panic.
As we get older, that panic subsides, but so does the divinity,
because now we are in contention with time. We cheat it, with a drink, a smoke, a
forbidden love. We also live within it, with a poem, a song, a marriage.
And then you have your own kids,
and the panic and divinity are back. This time maybe the divinity
comes late at night
and panic supercedes the day. You are not afraid
of the dark
how public infrastructure works,
a little afraid
of going to sleep at night –
of missing anything. Death is less existential, the spirit laid bare
before you, because life
is a wonder.