hermeneutics

 as above,

I found this list

of places to look-up

without a stiff neck:

only paused wondering,

shaded eyes looking…

At that!

 

so below…

 

even more-so here: there’s

no fancying flight or Newton’s defying

antics …just being, sometimes

discarded or maybe lost?

my cosmos reflected in a storm’s drain

refraining from judgement

 

as within,

 

Can I do the same?

Within this cosmic realm of daily

Creation in waking and sleeping?

Promising everything?

Expecting nothing….

Whether I deserve it or not?

 

so without…

 

the mirror finds me:

deflated,

elated

with my naked words

whispered with a reader’s inflection

transcending  mortal immortality.