Her Trip's

Woman on a meandering errand 
of her own delighted devising 
falls on her face in the ordinary
and (you'd think) serendipitizing-

ly uncovers the keys to a kingdom. 
Her awe erupts as oohs and aahs and jeezes
over all the odds and ends now she somehow 
sees and, most surprisingly, seizes. 

Kinetic electric urges surge frenetic and emerge,
submerge, and merge kaleidoscopic. She believes!
And laughing she gives in dives in thrives on and 
lives on in scintilla merely she perceives.

Watch her now with wonder while she ascends 
her whorling vortex dream in hops and skips.
Blown kisses float back down to you from 
the particle-beam stream that her trip's.

The New World

Look there, Love, 
across the starboard rail

a new world rises 
nascent from the sea,

arches its green spine, 
and belches howls

up to the gods. 
The old ones have foretold

a refuge here from thirst, 
a respite here from doubt. 
They have foretold 

a gentle soil

rich for growing 
orchards, children, us.

As we glide these 
last few meters into

shore, we must remember 
everything they said: 
"It is a place 
that will hurl hail

from metal skies, 
and crack and buckle underfoot. 
The land will leap at you 
with teeth, and seethe 
irascible with ice.

Be quick! Be lithe! Revise 
your maps, revise again — 
no one's been exactly here.

The land will change 
and we will change.

There now we have landed. 
Here we go.