Howard Firkin
The bush cicadas tick tick tick, the sun
burns through your shirt, the molten salt air stings,
leaves curl and dry as crisp as insect wings,
and sand salt water scrubs you clean and done.
Surrender. You are soluble in light.
What matters? Tick tick tick tick tick tack toe...
Your body mass is static energy.
Release it. Everything is synergy:
the silica, the carbon... let it go.
Explode. Be radiant. Be thermo bright.
The beach day ends. The molecules re-knit.
I brush the sand and shell flakes from my skin.
To pass as human means to recommit
to matter. Reassemble, manikin.
burns through your shirt, the molten salt air stings,
leaves curl and dry as crisp as insect wings,
and sand salt water scrubs you clean and done.
Surrender. You are soluble in light.
What matters? Tick tick tick tick tick tack toe...
Your body mass is static energy.
Release it. Everything is synergy:
the silica, the carbon... let it go.
Explode. Be radiant. Be thermo bright.
The beach day ends. The molecules re-knit.
I brush the sand and shell flakes from my skin.
To pass as human means to recommit
to matter. Reassemble, manikin.