The Caged Bear Spies the Angel / Poems

The luster of a glisten is/ enough to elicit bliss// The gleam from a beam/ enough to confound the intellect// The crack of a rock in a creek/ can take us back to where// we lost track// The whiff of a sniff can lift/ even the most morose heart// from the hotbed of heartbreak// All these phenomena/ splinter and splatter in// this world to focus from the/ unseen world onto this one// some hint of the high rainbowing/ laughter to come...