diaspora

what is the meaning of it all, anywho?

is it part of some grand scheme, some astral plot

to make us whole again

some day far from now?

perhaps, on the contrary, there is nothing;

are we born simply to exist?

its tongue flicks at me.

out of the puddle of saliva rolls a pearl.

it dissolves.

what does it want from me?

it slithers away, back to its damp home.

i once saw the face of god in the stars

which grinned as it opened its mouth wide

and its dust cloaked the earth

and its light drummed upon the ground