“Like stones skipped across the surface of the water we are kept skimming along the peripheral, one dimensional fringes of life. To sink is to vanish.”
Thomas Merton’s “Palace of Nowhere”
The fires of hell skipped through the pools of my eyes,
Skimming, dancing with repentant heart.
An Archangel flies beneath me,
Waiting for me to settle, dribble,
Waiting for me to sink.
I keep skipping, racing with the devil
As a reflection above the surface
Trying to erase ripple after ripple.
Until, finally running calm and blind,
I no longer see the racer.
Sinking, I vanished under the Winner’s wings.