Thoughts After Being Alone in the Hot Tub at Night

by Daniel Miller

The full moon rode alone in the sky
in an empty firmament, and I,
in the cooling heat of the beginning, afloat,
fear the careening silent asteroid spinning
events from the unknown dispassionately passing

Descending from the inevitable-unknowable and not finite
Whence and how did they become the reality of light?
Clouds of the inscrutable hide their luminous entrance
into the world through the darkness seeking to join
with time, space, mind and feeling in my tub’s home.

When here this space hosted a thunderstorm of beings
penetrating each nook and subtle cranny of inchoate meanings
each was lifted into an existence that mocked death’s porn,
screaming at the asteroids and challenging their deadly paths
creating events and changing the expanding universe

And continuing their flight into time in a finite space
into nooks and crannies of familiar welcoming places,
finite beings seek grounding in green earth and white mountains
beckoning, lingering for another moment of licentious solace,
while I float in the firmament awaiting another asteroid.

This poem appeared in the Spring 2005 IPA Newsletter.