Inside The Shell

In opalescent light I sit inside

A wall around me of my own making

If I put my ear to the shell

I hear an ocean outside

A strange current on the surface

Washing over words and dreams

Photo flotsam, memory jettison

Passing ephemera of a life

Pearly surface reflecting

All superficiality spiraling away

Here, in this quiet amphitheatre

I am unshackled

From the tides of pandemonium

Quietly sustained

Within the cathedral shapes

Inside the shell

Falling in all Directions

Each iota

Not more than a jot

A dust mote

Suspended

Falling in all directions

The timeless drift

A space jellyfish

On the currents

Of photons

Sailing the air

Of a sunlit room

While the room

Spins on the earth's axis

A volta waltz

Around the sun

Bright star

Chandelier bauble

In a galactic ballroom

Dancing out across

The universe

Falling in all directions

Expanding frequencies

Vibrating out to a slow red glow

Or high pitched blues

Quick, quick, slow

Is how it goes

Each retinal flash

A synaptic gasp of realization

And in its brilliance

Life plays out

Refracted through an invisible prism

Of quantum rhythms

In the corner of my eye

Light, falling in all directions

Catches a dust mote

Dreaming in the late, lazy sun

Of an autumn room