A poem and encaustic art in response to “Something is approaching…” From Mike:
A Wave of Love
Leaving “civilization”
My guide
Thief, criminal, man
Old concrete warehouse above us
Down and down
I follow
Riding white golf cart
We are not meant to be here
Not a sound he says
He brings me to
Narrow earthen hall
Rectangular cuts in walls
New shadowy man
What’s he doing?
Flattened, blood red
Shaped Evergreen
Trees?
Laid on packed earth
Slid into womb, tombs
Waiting
Vibrations
New, huge, dark
Moving in the stillness
Men run
I hit forward
Not reverse
Stopping in front of
Something
Coming to life
Pressing reverse now
Moving crazily
Backward over an abyss
Falling
I look up
A poem and encaustic art in response to “Something is approaching…” From Mike:
A Wave of Love
Leaving “civilization”
My guide
Thief, criminal, man
Old concrete warehouse above us
Down and down
I follow
Riding white golf cart
We are not meant to be here
Not a sound he says
He brings me to
Narrow earthen hall
Rectangular cuts in walls
New shadowy man
What’s he doing?
Flattened, blood red
Shaped Evergreen
Trees?
Laid on packed earth
Slid into womb, tombs
Waiting
Vibrations
New, huge, dark
Moving in the stillness
Men run
I hit forward
Not reverse
Stopping in front of
Something
Coming to life
Pressing reverse now
Moving crazily
Backward over an abyss
Falling
I look up