Lines Drawn In Salt
for Lynn & Holly Parotti

among the paintings
the works of art, hanging
some swinging

the people walking about
breathing, conversing

beneath skin and skull
blood running, hearts booming
lungs expanding, contracting

upon the walls, the paintings hang
prints upon wires
from the ceiling, swinging

from somewhere, music,
as avant-garde as can be
just shy of annoying, persistent

some message to convey
in a vocabulary, unfamiliar to me

popping up in Popop
to whirl about
like words in my mouth
about to become a poem
out of the noise of the world

the order we make of disorder
of the chaos which creation is

but in this God-made universe
is chaos possible

must a chicken thrown up
not land upon its feet
as a cat must

whole school of fish
belly up in the water


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2008
9:05 p.m. 11.04.08