Everything was a Long Time ago, Once

    Before history’s wave

Crashed down on us

Dizzying in a riptide

Of backwashed past


    Now everything

Is always

Everything now


    DB Fishman, 2014




Antennae to Heaven

    A pale sheet calls out

                for touch to fresh snow

A space rendered alive

                for being confined

These milk-bone forearms

Pared thin as crossbones

But viewed close enough

                  space enough

To write out in fine hand

Every dream reaching on

                                for the sky

DB Fishman, 2014