Beyond Poem by Eric Cockrell

there is life beyond
the salt shaker on the table,
the hand that moves

the curtain, unseen.
the empty bowl, rain walking
through the grasses...

the child, the nipple,
stars appearing in darkness,
moving oceans with silent

commands written in a shell,
left unnoticed on the sands
that have never known footprints...

life beyond the cup,
the fire, and the shadows,
opening the bloom,

as leaves fall and crumble.