Stream Poem by Justin Aptaker

jet-stream, that trails
jet-stream, clearly shown
to us as the mark, as the mark of the one
most awesome of gods, of the Creating Snail
gentle, and generative,
and
fertile

by: our one mind
below
all our reason, in light
of our eyes, of our ancients
in season

fruit, when found eaten
red hand, in jar dripping
we liken to something, reflux acid sweetened
sweet before swallow, as is every scroll's sum
memory
distant, and blind,
but
not dumb