Wonderment. Such words to create sense, flow
into the torrential now. Ephemeral permanence
spastic in the face of the current, like filter paper
trying to hold the shape of white rapid sprays,
like chaos trying to maintain its shape.
We. Marks upon one another, flow into one
another, as multicolored sands slide over
the sandstone sculpture mountains of New
Mexico, but not, rather this here is newer still,
a New World constantly coming into being.
Distinction. Signatures carved from faces hewn
from solid, from song, from art, from organic.
To boldly go where none have gone before, but
left unsaid is we go to confirm our difference.
To declare that here there be us.