Amoebic sea

  Rain leaves slicks like oil on slate roofcondensation blows clouds over my window panelast night I watched the night hang a quarter moonas earth turns questionably in empty space. It’s empty: the truth came hurriedly to melying in an open field with high skycerulean blue, so blue I could glimpsethe curve of earth rotating wordlessly. Later I drove towards thunder bankedarrived from ocean in a coral seasoon the raindrops hit the roadbursting their skin like ripened cheese. Then I knew once more the truth of thisthat we’re random molecules exquisitely formeddispensed like rain from amoebic seano sense at all that I can see in the beauty of empty eternity.