Washed Transparent

By Brenda Mox

As rain beat bruisingly outside
the earth’s dirty, beastly, unsavory
depths parted and rolled asunder.
Rain blackened the round and vital earth.

A soul washed transparent sat,
motionless in physical abstraction,
barely distinguishable from non-entity,
where every parting means a meeting –
elsewhere.

Inevitable as the course of time,
the serpent swallows itself with 
a sudden snort of astonished laughter
and imbecile obstinacy.

Brenda Mox is a poet and visual artist living on the shore at the mouth of the Chesapeake Bay in Virginia.   Her work has been published in multiple online and print journals including Academy of Heart and Mind, Wingless Dreamer,  Bewildering Stories,  Blaze Vox,  Edge of Humanity Journals,  Eber Wein and Eastern Sea Bard Anthologies.