BETWEEN TWO TOTAL SILENCES

O glorious intervals!
So little time left for pure praise!

The climate of our days alternates
back and forth, rain and shine,
....raw sun, white moon --

the atmosphere of surface-tension
that keeps a soap bubble moving through space
so rarely
releases its hold,

that we think we have to be

serenely sitting on golden lily pads
in gigantic Siamese ponds with distant zither music
at sunrise

before we can open the lips of our hearts
to absolute affirmation!

But this moment snatched out of the air,
this tear snatched out of a drainpipe,
this clutch of words snatched out of the churning
garbage-truck of normal
...unintelligibility

is enough!

Between the flash of two darting fish,
between the twitch of two glowering eyebrows,

between two total silences.