Saturday, September 02, 2006

a call to prayer

I am in You like salt.
A sea anemone
feels itself like this
touching the water
as a tendril dance
of the wave.

A synapse
remembers to whom it speaks.
Familiarity with the placeless
leads to ripples of location.

There are no strangers
only the strangeness of words
the way we pronounce
these endless sounds of love.