stand on a bridge before the cavern of night

darkness alive with possibility

nose to this wind full of twinkling lights

trying to catch the scent of what's coming to be (in this...)



world of wonders...



somewhere a saxophone slides through changes

like a wet pipe dripping down my neck

gives me a chill--sounds like danger

but i can't stop moving till i cross this sector (of this...)



world of wonders...



there's a rainbow shining in a bead of spittle

falling diamonds in rattling rain

light flexed on moving muscle

i stand here dazzled with my heart in flames (at this...)



world of wonders...



moment of peace like brief arctic bloom

red/gold ripple of the sun going down

line of black hills makes my bed

sky full of love pulled over my head



world of wonders...



-- Toronto, 6/1985