The Secret Life of Mist
Real dreams of city life,
the royal road to knowledge.
Religious ritual or dreamtime:
low cloud across the creek.
No clear sense of location,
the burden of awareness and place.
Listening at a distance
to neighbours in the park,
walking back home with
eyes both open and shut.
The Secret Life of Light
Hangs around all day not worrying,
dying for a hearty slice of the action.
Bounces off mirrors, through fibre optic bends,
seeps into our bedroom from the street outside,
pushing the dark away. Doesn’t care if it’s
an outdated metaphor, just wants to shine.
Particle or wave? Another forgotten problem.
Rituals and performance, multiple meanings:
the physics of the spirit world is anathema
to the spirits of the physical world.