under a rock (20170724)

i crawl upon the earth
on my belly
like a snake
without benefit of limbs

i could coil myself
into a figure eight
the symbol for infinity
or shed my skin
and other symbol
this time for renewal
and immortality
or bite my tail
encircling the world

but the world has been
unkind to snakes
and i think i would
rather find some shade
than be a symbol

shadows are the ghosts of rainbows (20170201)

stand in one spot long enough
and you can watch
the passage of time
the shadow spinning
around the trunk of a tree
like a slow drunk
but what substance, shadow
what substance

only this
–the chill of stepping into you,
–the graying of colors,
–the long dead dust of the sun
settling on your shoulders
and drying you out