This is a blog
and this is a post
and this is a poem about a post
stuck in the ground
without roots
to hold a wire
that sends this poem
to be a post
in this
blog.
Time is woven with words
about planets
and suns
and is stretched across this canvas with
paint made of light.
This post
this poem
this blog
must
move
like that temporary sun
in that temporary sky
and this explosion of a single
fire cracker
called the universe.
