|Apr/May 2003 • Poetry|
The Perimeters of Immortality
Animate as we are, each walking the perimeters of immortality shall meet again on that eternal road. —Byok Namkung, "Grass"
of the evening sky
is silver-filigreed by lightning.
The coming summer storm
colours the air, imprisoning it
in a white mesh of static.
In the blue turbid gloom
of tropical twilight,
the monsoon is poised on gossamer.
The park is surreal with shadows.
A path snakes its way,
then sloughs itself off into the grass.
I walk along
the perimeters of immortality
into wind, the gathering rain.