maybe this will help
By Thomas Zimmerman

 

the windswept night yawns wide
so much like us
the cosmos weary of existence

 

all
it seems
gets broken on the wheel
the tree that binds this world
the blinding suns that fall
then rise then fall

 

the coasts recede
the seas devour as they swell
unconsciousness ascendant

 

human frailty on its knees
but worshiping a misplaced power

 

bless the fire within
the ever mounting flame
the third eye open wide
the living flesh we press in joy in need

 

the world we frame
revolves and is resolved
forever fresh in us

 

so gaze at the horizon
find the faintest star
all fits inside the mind

.

 

a slice of the sublime

it’s Bruckner in my headphones
beer beside me
doggo too
my wife on zoom

and after daylong clouds
the sun i swear
it speaks to me

oh angel
i will never tire of this

how could i ever
stop believing
that this world is mine

 

Thomas Zimmerman (he/him) from US teaches English, directs the Writing Center, and edits The Big Windows Review at Washtenaw Community College, in Ann Arbor, Michigan. His new poetry collection, My Night to Cook, is forthcoming from Cyberwit.