Thoughts for bus rides, from bike rides.
I found solace in the law of conservation of energy –
In decomposing and dissecting, the stagnant ideology
that in death there is only lifelessness and cremation,
Or salvation, for those among us who can fathom that incarnation.
No, I found solace in the law of conservation of energy –
In knowing this sack of marrow and heme,
Will one day teem with critters feasting my slow extirpation,
Who too will end as glitter – subsumed into this cosmic creation.
But I, through the belly of the worm, and the mouth of the sparrow,
I, the antihero, will be returned to the light, on the wings
Of a hawkling, Or on a head of wheat – a field pharaoh,
Or, cutting the heat in my own valley of kings, a cooling effervescent spring.
No, I found solace in the law of conservation of energy,
In knowing I could find you all around me, riding the waves of serendipity,
You – your electrons, your ups and downs, joined this planetary reverie,
Yet you are still here, still beside me – vibrating in the air I breathe.