PAS DE TROIS

                 PAS DE TROIS

My life is but a dot in infinity’s swirl;

although within I am a universe unto myself,

a few miles out I can be seen no more.

One thing I know for sure:

my body and its breathing;

outside of that the certainty gins to fade.

Last night I saw the crescent moon

dance a pas de trios

with Jupiter and the Evening Star,

and now it’s Monday morning,

two Mondays before

Good Friday and Easter Sunday,

essence of  the Christian faith—

once the leap is made, 

it all falls into place:

God is man and man is God,

One is three and three are one,

absolute truth to two billion mortals,

to the other five a fable, a myth, a fairy tale.

These words were born in hypnopompic trance,

hoping to survive the trip to consciousness,

half-note hungry for whole

and a new sonata in the music of mankind.

           March 26, 2012