Center of Wowness
phishgod
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Center of Wowness
Before us,
far mountains,
green horizon
blended into
blue sea-sky,
green reservoir,
a circular
statue frames
Space Needle
as if
hung Seattle
skyline art
in its
own right,
all around
us, people:
fencing class,
sun bathers,
gawkers, touristas.
Behind us—
art in
park—thousands
of year’s
Asian masterpieces
we viewed,
studied, worshipped
and admired
a perfect
day in
warm sun.
Sitting on
stone bench,
we kiss
and coo,
coo and
kiss, eyes
locked and
arms embracing,
whispering our
reassurances of
love, our
pledge of
re-uniting, our
re-births in
each other,
new beginnings,
as we
become and
have become
and are
becoming, one.
Sparkling diamonds
the far
bay, the
blue-green
reservoir water,
your eyes
as the
sun pinkens
Mt. Rainier
to gold,
our love
pledged the
always and
the forever.
Walking back,
hand-a-hand
we discover
a small
water main
steel cover
embedded in
the concrete
labeled in
old iron
letters: “WoW.”
Giggling, laughing
this metaphor
revealed to
us, as
so many
others—we
rightly entitle
this sidewalk
art “The
Center of
“WoW”, as
if the
central Wowness
of Wu,
of the
You-Me,
Us! we
now are.
WoW!
--July 21, 2002
Flight 112, Over Omaha Nebraska,
@pth
Before us,
far mountains,
green horizon
blended into
blue sea-sky,
green reservoir,
a circular
statue frames
Space Needle
as if
hung Seattle
skyline art
in its
own right,
all around
us, people:
fencing class,
sun bathers,
gawkers, touristas.
Behind us—
art in
park—thousands
of year’s
Asian masterpieces
we viewed,
studied, worshipped
and admired
a perfect
day in
warm sun.
Sitting on
stone bench,
we kiss
and coo,
coo and
kiss, eyes
locked and
arms embracing,
whispering our
reassurances of
love, our
pledge of
re-uniting, our
re-births in
each other,
new beginnings,
as we
become and
have become
and are
becoming, one.
Sparkling diamonds
the far
bay, the
blue-green
reservoir water,
your eyes
as the
sun pinkens
Mt. Rainier
to gold,
our love
pledged the
always and
the forever.
Walking back,
hand-a-hand
we discover
a small
water main
steel cover
embedded in
the concrete
labeled in
old iron
letters: “WoW.”
Giggling, laughing
this metaphor
revealed to
us, as
so many
others—we
rightly entitle
this sidewalk
art “The
Center of
“WoW”, as
if the
central Wowness
of Wu,
of the
You-Me,
Us! we
now are.
WoW!
--July 21, 2002
Flight 112, Over Omaha Nebraska,
@pth
rockon,
phishgod
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I like to scroll down
line by line
as the images reveal
the
near
tangibility
of
knowing
how
it
feels
for
someone
else.
Love to you and cassia.
Rockon
FPC