pass the salt
so I examine the grains pure
and bridal white though
forced together by more than convention
I imagine molecules
bonded by initial electro-wrench
somehow all at peace among themselves
waiting to be shaken
darkly dissolved or
as some would suggest divorced
beyond our crystal shaker I picture
the life cycle of salt
a vast residue flat and
leisurely forsaken by perhaps a lake
dregs left to etch this nude swath of desert
heat vertical blur of earth
hoards a body’s brine
parched the human reservoir for tears
dry breath holds a blind sky
no horizon
here no creature grazes
no plant can be seen by a mind looking
for anything ground breaking
such as a formula making clear
secrets of together
Inlandia: A Literary Journey 