On This Ragged Hill

Up here on the side of this ragged hill,

Moments pass darkly through sun shadows

Birds do not know an end is coming

Because they twitter and tweet

While the city burns I listen idly

Whispering leaves move mysteriously

Scattered by busy uncaring breezes

Helpful serpents glide dreamlike

Among old vines telling truths

To shatter the gates of heaven

Genius knows a worthwhile task

Lays in wait beyond that portal

Persuading the avian conference

On ignorant cartographic preparation

To follow their very own spoor

Strange Eternity

I sit resting between a silver Pacific
The buzzing of cyberspace, blaring
Wedding music and Mythbusters

 Heaven could be like that I suppose
A place where temporary silence
Touches against noisy eternity

This space has no ticking red shift
Nor dry whispers of tidy angels
Only a marshaling of quiet motion