What’s a Meta For

if not to reach beyond, behind,
if not to change, if not to transform
the simple things little skulls confine,
if not to reinvent, reword, rewind?

a stream beneath a bridge
beneath my feet like the cord
Theseus unwound to retrieve his life
after slaughtering his fear

look into a lily’s depth and there
at the center of a petal burst
see stardust— the stuff
that clings to bodies of bees
to inseminate a universe with color

I touched your hand, not skin
it was electric, we sparked as if
a turbine far upstream had
spun electrons of love

Jim Culleny