“I was born alone,
I live alone,
I will die alone.”

I wonder why people don’t say
You are surrounded by ethereal
loved ones when you are born,
only when you die. And, if they are
there, do they mourn when you are born,
or, alternatively, celebrate?

Sometimes I think Earth
Is a penal school, a college
of obtuseness, a winnower of souls,
a temperer of minds.

It seems to me there is more
To ‘Us’ than biology allows. I think
Electricity plays a large part
In the essence of the cosmos.
After all, it’s been said electricity
Is a conductor, a catalyst,
A life-bringer.

Sometimes, I think I can
Almost see beyond the veil
Of soft concreteness, into
The lives of minds.

I’ve been thinking on gods,
And their progression in our history,
Our human history. What if, when a ‘god’
Reaches total understanding, they
Disembark from godhead? What if,
At the exact moment of acceptance,
They implode, and then nova?

Sometimes I feel waves of particles
Passing into and through my body,
Touching me in space-intimate ways
In my mind.

I am able to acknowledge,
As a human being, I know nothing, or,
Perhaps, only an infinitesimal fraction
About anything in our universe. I could
Know much more, if I could free my mind…

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 11/25/05