Awe (1999)
to who you are,
from where i am
i have only one response to your reply
we have this once then we die
i am alone here, wishing away a dream of fear
i cannot tell what to feel
i am resolved this is real
this pen,
this hand
this sin,
this man
i am from you are
a number, a day
a slumber, they play
we sit, and we say
they are lost, they are pain
i know cost, we are same
on stillness this evening sits
in awe
words are short of what i saw
it is that which alludes us
a birds wall-less recess
it is awe
it is a vile description
of a God rising perfection
it is awe
to who you are,
from where i am
may the distance disappear
as the air
between our hands
gasping for itself
air dying slower
its home collapse
as we grasp
tighter, wider, deeper
may the palm never know
the absence of tight,
nor the presence of light
awe is that which alludes us
it still is missing from where i looked twice
once i knew you for the first time
i longed to ask, how much is mine
it is unworthiness like few have seen
it is forgiveness in which we gleam
it is awe
it is without approximation, comparison,
or hesitation
it is what color is my imagination
it is awe it is that, plus every direction
intrinsically impossible at every station
awe does not sit on roads of forked possibility
it is precise in my proximity
my imaginative ability
it is the divided half tree, half sunlight green
that sits to my right, and
whom i lovingly refer to as sight
it is ten thousand million ages old, and
grows both ways
violent warfare throughout the maze
it is sky and limb fighting for cheers
it is land and roots competing for years
it is awe
it is the verification that alludes us
death and life, beyond my guess
to who you are,
from where i am
i still sit a chasm away
an ant's universe they say
it is awe
it is the scrape we felt
when first we fell
it is despite the scar
we wish you well
it is awe
that wants to know who's in charge
the heavens invading or the earth at large
it is humanity with no boots for marching
a billion clams spent on starching
our awe struck blankey
we've been missing since age three
it is security dying despite our plea
it is awe,
and all other means
it is wondering at bennet springs
it is how far can we see
it is being tired and leaning on me
it is that which alludes
our cerebral explanation
it is our soul hanging
at a nearby plantation
it is the gap between our experiences,
and the text
it is beyond what happens next
it is from here to there
in a whirlwind times four
it is awe
it is now
it is now,
waiting for a moment,
then knocking
kindly asking,
do you feel that
then us replying,
i thought that was you
now is lost on what to do
it is never a time
forever a place,
infinity requires
even a space
it is that which alludes us
it is awe
from where i am,
to who you are
i am reminded at every tum
it is awe
teaching in a way we learn
together
it is where our want and need
seem to stop and greet
it is awe
forever love complete
