Saturday, November 29, 2008

"And infinity spirals down..."

I just found this truly marvelous poem:


My five-year-old is enamored of the words
infinity and god, employing them
to map space and time. God is bigger
even than the biggest monster or spaceship.
A race car’s infinity fast, boys eat infinity cookies,
his scrubbed face is, he says, infinity shining
shining all the way up to God.

At day’s end,
God shrinks — small enough to become
the perfect stillness and perfect silence
that rests at the end of his nightly prayer.
And infinity spirals down to a feather in his pillow.

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