‘
dark again on earth, but sun
is coming to its most
congenial slant
on my knees I smell home,
hands in loam I revel in its scent
I rake to smooth it well.
I say, yes.
no one is saying that I can’t
nothing is hinting I’m alone;
my doppelganger shares this space
chaos is working on that fool
rendering him inept at being true,
at being blind to the loss of things
he can’t replace
soil is slipping through my hands
light rain is falling on my back
sun is shooting through a nimbus hole
light is slowly seeping through a
two-faced crack
Jim Culleny
5/10/14
Blink 