THE WORLD CANNOT END

waiting on the cliff, waiting to be lifted 
how a person can dent another person’s 
auto body just by not looking out 
for left turns, still not really their fault -
physics - fathoming all occasions 
as degrees of stretching or truncating time,
another drink, or being re routed
trying to find the restaurant in the first place 
everything ends, the drive, the drink
ice becomes water and it makes 
perfect sense to fear the hot blue light 
resting on the baby chair as you sleep 
imagine you stoic, not able to give 
but also remember the attentive hands, 
pressure searching for ribbons 
picture punctures, rewinds you like
rodent chatter, sparkling gremlin in a rabbit dress
being pushed in a swing in Hoboken, infatuated by
the flat warm wind, 
if god is tapping if the presence of god 
is a lack of god if the tree is a hook 
and if we are trees
if god is never words
dig in the dirt around your house 
and visit the water to look for god 
wait for god listen for god 
if i made a crown from last summer’s 
arugula stalks, if i had gods instead of ghosts
or if my god was a ghost
if i let the sky teach me about change 
if i let impact teach me about truth
finger prints in the bulk aisle
a boy with a name like mine 
yellow and blue kinds of liquid dish soap 
bamboo behind the  mulch pile 
hating someone you love 
loving someone you hate, 
sips and powders
new time unknown time 
my dead uncle's wife dreamt he shook her 
by the shoulders and pointed to the world 
with a worried look
does dreaming of an ending world
help the world to end
he also said that so long as love 
is an ember
the world cannot
end