Photography © Edward S. Gault
Capital Reveries: Revelation in the Workplace
A customer hands their money across of the partition that divides
Them from the cashier, whom extends their hand to receive the funds.
They validate the other’s hand accepting the exchange, they prove
The nothingness, the gap betwixt them fertile, yet stares dumbfound
At this fumbling vestige, What could be the reason for this creature?
They are a wind of dashes, darkness ever accumulating darkness, a swirl
Of conscienceless noises ever tightening toward a center that devours
All those dashes, flecks of dash leak in extraordinary colors-what
Is this black hole that possess hues this life doesn’t? The money is still
Being reached across from hand to hand, the cashier still fixes on this man,
This creature of spontaneous teeth before him, spontaneous hands, not
A full figure, but refractions of a figure blooming in some secret organic
Happening, filling in each moment that the money nears the cashier’s hand,
This person is a mouthful of moments in time being chewed into being.
The exchange completes and the man departs, the cashier calls forward Next.
S. T. Brant is a teacher from Las Vegas. His publication credits include EcoTheo, Door is a Jar, Santa Clara Review, Rain Taxi, New South, Green Mountains Review, Another Chicago Magazine, Ekstasis, 8 Poems, and a few others.
Edward S. Gault is a poet and fine art photographer. He lives at Mosaic Commons, a co-housing community in Berlin, Ma. He has a wife Karen, and daughter.