Minds Unhinged

I find myself drawn

To the minds unhinged

The ones that contain beautiful things

The ones that were fired

By years of study or observation of wild things

And cracked in the kiln

In the lab, literature, or best by far, out of doors.

Phantom Wings

Screen Shot 2016-04-24 at 9.55.46 AMEvery once in a while

when you pull out

headphones from your ears

look past your screen

you see the person you love

playing in a nearby field with a thousand smiling planets

all in flower.

Even Kepler never dreamed of this.

Today, I saw a flailing angel stop his decent

despite the phantom pain where his wings used to be

with his hand rescue an earthworm from the asphalt

toss it on fresh dirt. He’ll be okay.