4.04.2004
Poem 1. Fireflies in a Windstorm
Can you understand the way my mind works?
~ fireflies in a windstorm ~
The way my thoughts connect?
~ fireflies in a windstorm ~
The synapses in my brain?
~ fireflies in a windstorm ~
***
While attending a lecture on math—
I'm off on a tangent
of an x,y,z curve
lost in three-dimensional space
When a girl I know speaks of death—
do you see the little bird?
do you hear the haunting melody?
When friends discuss 'responsibility'—
a match flares in the darkness,
someone lights a candle to see
***
Words speak images to me
and images speak words.
One becomes the other before my eyes
as they dance in chaos inside my mind.
I try to explain the song of poetry
that I hear all day,
but I can't.
I have lived so long inside my head
I forgotten the music of speech—
its rhythms,
its patterns,
its sequence.
I can see by your face that you make no sense of it, of me.
Have you never tried to catch
fireflies in a windstorm?
cm
march 11, 1993
~ fireflies in a windstorm ~
The way my thoughts connect?
~ fireflies in a windstorm ~
The synapses in my brain?
~ fireflies in a windstorm ~
***
While attending a lecture on math—
I'm off on a tangent
of an x,y,z curve
lost in three-dimensional space
When a girl I know speaks of death—
do you see the little bird?
do you hear the haunting melody?
When friends discuss 'responsibility'—
a match flares in the darkness,
someone lights a candle to see
***
Words speak images to me
and images speak words.
One becomes the other before my eyes
as they dance in chaos inside my mind.
I try to explain the song of poetry
that I hear all day,
but I can't.
I have lived so long inside my head
I forgotten the music of speech—
its rhythms,
its patterns,
its sequence.
I can see by your face that you make no sense of it, of me.
Have you never tried to catch
fireflies in a windstorm?
cm
march 11, 1993
Labels: math and science, poetry





