~MICHAEL SALCMAN~
METONOMY:
PART FOR THE WHOLE
Often unable to say or
spell
what was there from the start,
it's easier to think Big Bang
while all creation drifts apart
at constant speed: cows
and men, stars, houses, all of us flying
every which way from the center
throwing over the certainty of rows
and columns, displacing God with entropy
just as the red shift predicts.
Then why this persistent sense
in which my small hand stands for all of me
and I'm one with the universe,
its birth and death, its blessing, its curse?
© by Michael
Salcman
