A Couple Poems

Finding I 85

Lights turning, bobbing, pointing
Fingers in the dark, two by two
Scrambling toward destinations
Wiping sleepy condensation:
Migrating herds in commuter formation

Kudzu

When I heard your name
I thought of martial art techniques and
Pictured an arboreal conquistador
Crouched, woven in sylvan banners
Perfectly still: coming without observation
Hands flayed, robes streaming behind
Spreading your wings over the world

And when I saw you enormous,
Flying through ancient trees like
A Japanese dragon enveloping
Landscape, salt sown in the earth,
Reaching with powerful hands
Our electrical wires, I said
The Kingdom of God is like Kudzu.