in an empty parking lot at dawn

 

 

"Serendipity"

“in an empty parking lot at dawn”

 

musing upon humanity:

 

so much more than

mere mortals, we

almost

always now

seeing with clarity

 

wonder comes

 

leafing through the latest copy of

Found magazine, would we be

surprised to find

this infinite mirroring

so humbly page living

with grocery lists and hopeful letters

to Santa?

 

we are this

 

one freshly discovered note fairly singing

in an empty parking lot

at dawn

penned in invisible ink

 

divinely reflecting the rippling

satiated light of the

sacrificial tree, now paper

with fathomless roots

reaching into the well

pleased with being

 

a bit crumpled

around the edges

a smear

here and there

a love note

written to Creation

on the last day of summer

twilight seeping

between leaves

before the fall

disguised as a dream written in

 

a foreign language gorgeously thick

upon the tongue, a song

the unspeakable sung

 

of infinite innocence

generously sprinkled with

familiar dirt