mecca

there is order here
serene, mathematical, brilliant

but a cacophony too,
of shape and color

things are not what they seem
she said be careful his bowtie is really a camera
that tree is really a trellis,
a strand of ancient bouganvilla,
a spacecraft.

be careful,
this thing you regret attracts.
the continuity longed for makes way for the incongruent

this is what nature uses to fill a vacuum

here iam who iam meant to be
frightens me, this alternate reality
this world of words and insight and form

i know not how to live in this,
nor where the impulse comes from,
born as I am of parents who knew only nature
never her abstraction

here lies
an unreachable labyrinth
diety’s core
spaceman’s fiction
an ordered lover’s loss,
serendipitous in parasols and sand,
thriving here between water’s edge