PERICHORESIS

Consider that our lives
Are events of Relationship
Not set in juxtaposition
But as a cellular bond
Cohering the Universe.

We exist within
A circle dance.
Its choreographic basis
Is the connection that exists
As a divine indwelling.

All of Creation participates
In this dance
Spinning in ever greater
Complexity but always based
On this foundational bond.

We sense its structural shape
Through our feelings for
Ourselves and other beings:
Feelings that pulses within us
With a profound resonance.

It is a bond expressed
As a strange amalgam
Of physical, intellectual, emotional
And spiritual attraction:
We call it Love. 

Ten p.m. on a summer night
A Crepuscular Skyline
Stelae piercing an apricot wash
While Ragged grey clouds
Float across this Empyrean.

Within a beaten-up white Camry
(That simple anagram of ‘my car’)
And from the icy expanses of
La Guardia to this cozy pit
Of worn black upholstery

A relationship flowers:
A certainty that I am at last
Capable of feelings towards
This still strange City, that:
I Love NY.