04-20-2016, 02:23 PM
I saw heaven while stealing lemons from my neighbour
Full moon had flooded our yards with light
that showed no colours, just shapes of grey
and deep shadows where something moved.
Above his lawn an oval shape shimmered
like a ripple in the air. I could still see
his garden through it. There was another scene
behind it, or in front of it, at the same time,
as if I looked through a window into some other
time and place, where colours bloomed in lines
and waves, merged and blended, on the verge
of becoming, then gently dropped, and dispersed.
Myriad points of connections flared
as the coloured waves passed, and music
built and fell in unearthly union as if
I looked into the workings of the universe
and it breathed with my pulse, my breath.
Mesmerized, I walked towards it, and tripped
my neighbour’s motion-sensing security light.
The shape seemed to contract in pain, fizzing
like salt on a snail, and vanished.
I turned back. I had lost my taste
for my neighbour’s lemons. The purring
of the perfect universe
was gone.
Full moon had flooded our yards with light
that showed no colours, just shapes of grey
and deep shadows where something moved.
Above his lawn an oval shape shimmered
like a ripple in the air. I could still see
his garden through it. There was another scene
behind it, or in front of it, at the same time,
as if I looked through a window into some other
time and place, where colours bloomed in lines
and waves, merged and blended, on the verge
of becoming, then gently dropped, and dispersed.
Myriad points of connections flared
as the coloured waves passed, and music
built and fell in unearthly union as if
I looked into the workings of the universe
and it breathed with my pulse, my breath.
Mesmerized, I walked towards it, and tripped
my neighbour’s motion-sensing security light.
The shape seemed to contract in pain, fizzing
like salt on a snail, and vanished.
I turned back. I had lost my taste
for my neighbour’s lemons. The purring
of the perfect universe
was gone.