R. James Sennett Jr.

What

did James Dean see
out of his Porsche window?
Cut in half,
hurled out
left a clue.
Two directions:
High-priced posters,
or divine evidence?
Moving so fast 
through spacetime
we grasp at the shiny,
not the substance
of the necessary
to survive.
Like a cat,
we like the evasive
point of light.