From my book, in the current,
available at ConjureWork.com
The Kitchen Floor
the orange octagon pattern
on the linoleum
looks to me
like a mandala
it reminds me
that there is
symmetry
in everything;
in the trees,
in your smile
some think the
idea of a
high divinity,
attributed to
inanimate objects,
is foolish and
childlike,
a quirk of immature intellect,
comical ideas
about cycles
and karma
under various names
and guises
but the physicists tell me
that all the atoms
of my body
(and yours, too)
came from stars,
in distant galaxies,
so many years ago
that it cannot even be imagined…
that we are,
literally,
star dust
every time you breathe,
you inhale
molecules of air
that were once
the same breaths
of air
taken in by kings, queens,
murderers, trees,
you name it.
we are all parts of each other.
The people around you
really do
rub off on you.
perhaps my kitchen floor
now holds a molecule
that was once
part of a hair
on Mozart’s head
or, maybe a fingernail
of Christ’s
or, a piece of
the Buddha’s skin
I’ve heard it said that
if you sit in one place,
long enough,
the whole world will
pass by
but I need not wait
my orange,
octagonal mandala
already contains
the whole
of the universe
Copyright 2020
Magus
(Kevin Trent Boswell)
Kevin Trent Boswell 