TUNNEL
Breathing the light, you glance back at the dark,
wondering why they hesitate, seeing the end yet
lingering in chaos cozy and charismatic, knowing
blind faith is scarce, pleasures of dreaming small,
belonging to now and here, simple humming hive
in harmony, dance steps frantic, antennae tuned
to sweet silence, blood pumping in partied glory,
heads dipping in honeyed mirage cast in mirrors.
Unsure to relive memories or release, embracing
the wind, reluctant under moonlight you witness
stars ascending between vast land and open sea,
a refugee outside this cavity dug millenniums ago
where echoes continue to sound crimson, myths
of a serpent slithering westward to eternal peace.
Avert! Arrest yourself a row of sunflowers straight
blooming wild by this one-way street to paradise.
(Image: A scene in “The Tunnel” in Akira Kurosawa’s Dreams (1990))
