Infinite
When our atomic force is loaded
launched and released,
when war is waged against
our upper limits of bliss
on the border of our ability
to give and receive openly
on the boundary of how deeply
we allow ourselves to be loved,
and finally we are annihilated completely
by our own denial of our lovability
when our rational mind has won
its civil war on its own weaponry
and our logic has besieged itself
and fought to a senseless, unfathomable death,
all that is left is to surrender
lay down your arms, throw in the towel
the dice, the compass, the cross,
the noose, the knife, the word,
strike through agenda and admit our defeat
to the chirping resounding laughter
of a thousand gawking Gullahs
and galactic kookaburras giggling
in a hullabaloo of heavenly ‘I told you so’s'
chorusing across the solar sky.
It is then we notice the evening flowers
and beam at their loveliness
and gape at the open seed pods
like hairy grey ears inside a green mango
on trees that we never knew existed
watered by roots held tight by a loving earth.
Obliterated into wordlessness
I hand you a tiny feather
silently we stare at the yielding beauty
everywhere that we cannot name or understand.
We don’t know what the fuck is going on
we are helpless like infants or geriatrics
on the way in or out of this collective agreement
we are empty and honest like birth and death.
All we know is our sweet, good-natured innocence,
searching and curious, kindly as a stranger in this town
without language or logic to bear arms or knap flint,
all that we have is the way we feel
in our soft defenselessness,
cracked open, annihilated and new born,
gazing at each other in infinite wonder
nothing can shield us from the way things are
in infinite possibility,
the infinite freedom of being
infinitely loved.
