The face I choose to wear the most often
is not a face. It is an intricate network of
crossed out lines. It will not stop viewing
once you change the channel. Full of single
neurons in the brain, it sinks into the central
nervous system like an evolutionary inheritance
of compassion, the kind that can’t be consumed
like the sacraments. Soaring as Asimov’s balloon
high above the teardrops of saints, it crosses the
boundaries to see what is in balance from above.
George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. His work has been included in such publications as the Hazmat Review, Moria Poetry Journal, Chronogram Journal, Ampersand Literary Review, the Angle at St. John Fisher College, and 3:16 Journal. George’s blogs, essays and letters have appeared in the USA Today, Wall Street Journal, the Atlantic, the Havana Times, the South China Morning Post, the Buffalo News, and more.