Single beam of light--

a single beam of light

a lonely moon,

the clouds hurry by too fast

to speak of things below

the moon sighs.

rocking herself in a blue hammock,

she listens to the swish of the clouds,

gliding past

murmuring,

thoughtfully she sends her rays

gleaming down

on a laughing girl

Looking at Sparrows on a Rainy Day

           The sky is coldly grey

           the rain drips slowly

           soaking the dreary, unresponsive earth.

           And

           on a tree’s bare branches

           [starkly stretching towards the sky like empty hands]

           the sparrows flit.

           Somehow they fit --

           their drab brown coats are copies of the atmosphere.

           their quick, sharp hops belie their modest feathers

           they dart

           through raindrops

           through winter raindrops

2/21/98

Like winged bullets--

like winged bullets

the birds dart through

the blue-white sky

1/19/99

Is it nightmare...

is it nightmare?

or sweet dream that courses through my mind?

leaves me cold with longing

and abhorrence

silent rooms

rooms

twisting, dimly lit

about heavy shelves

I feel myself

wraith-like

turning from shade to shadow

to human thought

my body is envisioning

reality

becoming naught

I hover

between the worlds of sleep and dream.

3/8/00

(so...do you remember how I said I was sick a lot all the time I lived in Texas? Because of my allergies? Well, I took a lot of stuff to try to combat the allergies, including various mixtures including decongestants. It turns out that if I take enough decongestants, interesting things happen...I've always rather liked the floating sensation, but some of the other stuff...)