Salsbourg

A phantom serpent uncurls
at the bottom of my spine
to reveal
a perfection of God's & Man's creation
in the middle of Salsbourg Cathedral of Notre Dame

within a pure cup of white Chinese tea
that brews twice the drip of the sand dial on my table

within the hills of south German villages
and meditation chair that waits for me every morning
as though it was designed for me & my little visit

within the eyes of an old lady that starts chatting
as soon as she meets my eyes in the middle of the train

within hugs and kisses of mothers and children
that connect so deeply but can hardly say a word to each other

a perfection of God's & Man's creation