EXCHANGE
We thought the goddess
was here incarnate
to impart her blessing
we thought Aphrodite
but it was
time of Kali
wrong mythology, wrong
about everything
and you
hot-stove focused
when
I made my move
the chemistry I thought alchemy
much, much mistaken
this
kitchen stuff, basic
premise of our evolutionary trail
exchange of fluids, no
noble elements, grubby
hydrocarbons
no catalyst here for
transubstantiation
trans-
formation of the real
and we,
after the greedy, grasping
clamour of our exchange
left wondering
where we were heading
praying
we not taking
our Universe, the Universe
along with us
for some dark ride
and Kali’s dark eyes filling
with the light that is
her darkness
needing
our little, paltry,
insignificant dance
to spur her upon
her cosmic charge.