I ride in a cage of mortal time
spinning on cosmic swells, bouncing
my weight manifests the curve
in celestial duration, folded order
changes perspectives, a new reality
when I sense the wave, floating on
undulations, its density of matter
bending space, revealing a new
mannerism, arching elogation of form
in the oblique slant of my new eye.
c) Jan G. Otterstrom F.
April 11, 2010
Palmares, Costa Rica