PGG

Amusons nous sur la terre et sur l’onde Malheureux qui se fait un nom Richesses, horreurs, faux eclats de ce monde Tout n’est que bulles de savon. – Jean Daullé

I swam on these alien banks and marveled For all my life At the miracles of matter and man.

I was adrift in a sea of whispered bonds: Particles of water colluding into bubbles– Civilizations jamming to the beat of the rockets– A woman in languor, man closing a door.

I love how the ice sheet on a mountain lake Conceals hidden life Waiting for spring to bloom. The facade of the peak Always stays congealed.

Now I am up there for one final look around. What once was my future Is now a frozen face.

This icy skin is eroding– Chunks falling into my half open mouth. I am a sarcophagus Attempting to say these last words through old teeth–

Teeth worn by a life Swallowing sand Just to learn to tell the difference Between one grain of sand And another; Between the slow dance of atoms And lovers.

Now it’s time for this corpse to soar– Take a look at this flambeau One final bubble of soap– Floating towards the sky– Weightless –I never meant to be heavy on you– It suddenly pops.