Countdown

by Daniel Singer

 

10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…

Wonder what I was thinking, as we locked eyes and circle-danced,

too drunk on sweat and fire to notice when

three in the morning came?

For the mystery of it, what I wondered was this: what if

I’ve locked eyes and been dancing with God, through you?

Sex and death and All That Is Everything in between. Has

heaven been looking back at me this whole time through your eyes? We

ate the same food, drank the same water; perhaps you are like me, of mortal flesh. Divinity is

ninety-nine percent an artifact of our own projections anyway; something most of us have forgot-

ten

9…8…7…6…5…

For each other, we dance at

three in the morning, until we get

to that semi-liquid place where we

wonder what would happen if we started using God’s other name…

“Us”.

 

© Daniel B Singer 19 May 2015