The Jewel Is In The Lotus Poem by Joseph Martin III

Grey cold night

wind bumps its head

against warm windowpanes.



Your head upon my chest

hair unfurled in my fingers

you hear my heart

I feel you breathe

time and gravity suspended.



The world's humdrum drone

of cars and telephone lines

swallowed in the stillness.

Behind closed eyes

painful verses slumber

weary thoughts fluff their pillows.



In tomorrow's killing sun

fears will stretch and yawn

and our hearts will again break

in a hundred small ways.



But for now the mind's camera captures

like the slow fast-forward of the flower bloom

eternity unfolding in the now

as quick and deep

as a sigh.


10/12/2006