Opposites

Salt and pepper, black and white,
sun and shower, day and night,
cats and dogs and hi and bye,
the golden hillside and the eye.

My guitar playing and a tune,
the January pond in June,
you and the desperate dunes I roam,
the bitter city streets and home.

The past and future, birth and death,
salt and sugar, smack and meth,
God and lent and mardi gras,
social graces and faux pas,

my Life of Riley and lost dogs,
cranberries and skulls in bogs,
Yom Kippur and corporate law,
Adam and his fatal flaw.

C.S. Lewis and lines like these,
the holes in doughnuts and swiss cheese,
the dough and cheese around the holes,
the moles in holes, the holes of moles,

me and everything around,
the blue of sky and black of ground,
the warmth of you against my skin,
the goo we're incarnated in.