The reflection of automobiles Like the slowly expanding mercury of a thermometer Crossed sideways from the tinted sunglasses Of a large, bearded man on a streetcorner
Staring blankly off into the distance The remains of his half-eaten icecream stick drips slowly Drop by mouthing drop Parachutes on to his white tennis shoes
An illuminous sphere of light grows stronger from behind the hilltop
Standing in the shower with plugged ears Letting the water hit the base of the spine Then up and finally over the top of the head The sound of a car passing
But there just ain't no insurance policy for a life wasted
A woman goes deep into the forest Squats down above the leaves and pineneedles And pees on her fingers Causing sparks to fly and ricochet
Illuminating the shadows stowed in the heart
The ones we secretly prize (appraise?) But never admit to Not even to ourselves That special moment
When we set aside our indulgences and excesses It's then and only then Lifes mysterious, and seemingly unconnected coincidences Begin to take shape in a meaningful way