Omen

Wide and wondrous.
Dry and thunderous.
Sky circumference.
My quiet utterance,

Small in relation.
Shy veneration,
Without an equation,
Observed from my station.

Life all around.
In creasing the ground,
Night trails the sound.
None lost or yet found.

A moth flaps and flutters.
Follows maps, same as others.
A convergence of brothers
Smeared across glass like butter.

In my car I am dreaming.
The star shine revealing
Snake writhing and peeling.
She's coiling and heaving

Once more down the road.
Her breathing has slowed.
She crosses ahead
And dares me to tread.

Our breaths tween us held,
As paths come to meld.
Outstretched on death’s bed,
I passover instead.


4/8/21