Alchemy

Epsom salt the dark night sky

filter through the moon lit

over brazier bright, silver

saucer full of light,

this mercurial soup,
wait

until this lunar sway tides 

over the smoky clouds

heated rims crimson as coils

golden the horizon

I'm slowing, each moment molasses slow in my fingertips as the world jumps by, swift as the white-tailed deer. Touch these hands - are they cold from the unknowing? The longest road?

Some feet were meant to take the longest path, some hands. The valley is darker alone with a light, than together without - I see that, and everything else. Together, this everyone, is this chemistry or alchemy? What difference does it make? One thinks, the other believes, before swallowing mercury, praying for gold.