More By Far By More

Show me that canvass
On which the quarks play
Smaller by far - smaller by far

The infinitesimal may not divide
Itself into infinity
Reduction will eventually
Have driven the fluid away

What shall remain - the frame?
Over which the canvass is?
Upon which the master painted
You, me, this day

I believe that you know
The nature of paint, pigment, hue
Viscosity - brushwork too

But you know not all - answer me
What of the canvas, the frame
The easel on which it stands
The floor

For there is more
More by far by more

Floating

Dark below, above
Sky and water flowing unknowing
At their juncture I - lacking buoyancy
If but I were a mayfly
Surface tension would hold me
It tugs on the hairs on my arms so feebly
Too feebly to be discerned - perhaps
A microscopic bubble or two
When I descend will accompany
When I descend I will try
To meet enemy as if a friend
To 'go gently' into the night
And yet - not yet
There are dregs to expend - there is fight
Stroking the water - maintain
Access to air - and hope
And hope -  that somewhere out there I share
The surface with one that may
Herald arrival of day

Unremarked

Stones upon their faces fallen
While slowly bowing to the East
Inscriptions now as secrets kept
As graves acquire stony lids

Though many years have passed since read
A fallen stone on an earthy bed
Is closure - an honest monument
To the anonymous dead

Archives

Too early you were called away
But I will remember
Everything
Everything
To tell it to you someday

You will ask "What did they say?"
I know you will
I know you will
So I will listen carefully
Note each day painstakingly
So that I may tell you all
On that day
On that day