Survey

Has anyone ever painted you,

soft brushstrokes of watercolors,

wet like a tongue

or a piece of freshly cut fruit?

Flavors and textures foreign to your palate dancing undisturbed by teeth,

yours or others that may be loose?

Did something inside you ever stretch

like a cat in the sun, or coil like a rattlesnake,

poised, tail tilted, ready?

Or are you one of them,

those people slogging through life,

paying premiums on time, reducing

interest, drinking lukewarm Bud Light,

pretending not to care

that a house of cards

can never

be a cathedral, not caring

because you can’t worship

a 401k?

What if the bottom line

is the top

of something too big to see?