Understanding the void

We will not meet in blackness,
all bony and unzipped of self.
Rather, an endless green pool
will greet us.
The more we stare, the more
the color will slide
to a thin, veiled yellow.

Rising at the edge of the water,
delicate trees engulfed at their tips
in white budding blossoms of flame.

We will glide down to meet them.
The trees will shrink and grow giant.
The fire will not burn.
The water will not drown.

Mystery

Raising her rolling pin high, she dances,
unaware of the man with thick glasses,
sitting perfectly straight
in the kitchen chair.

The baby in his lap bats at the smoke
spilling from his nearly done cigarette.
She swings her hips, sings as she swings,
she dances. Unaware.