Category: Michael Paterniti

Michael Paterniti

In our national parlance, what’s usually meant by the word “maverick” is someone who skirts the edge of sanity–or is so insane as to appear sane–who then does something absolutely insane and yet, after the passage of time, and especially if the maverick’s creation yields a profit of any kind, is deemed less and less insane until the maverick worms his or her way into the fibers of history. Then generations grow to envy the ingenuity and courage of the maverick while glossing over the maverick’s genetic kookiness. On such shoulders, a country rises.

Michael Paterniti

At first, you fall in love. You wake in the morning woozy and your twilight is lit with astral violet light. You spelunk down into each other until you come to possess some inner vision of each other that becomes one thing. Us. Together. And time passes. Like the forming of Earth itself, volcanoes rise and spew lava. Oceans appear. Rock plates shift. Sea turtles swim half the ocean to lay eggs on the mother island; songbirds migrate over continents for berries from a tree. You evolve–cosmically and geologically. You lose each other and find each other again. Every day. Until love gathers the turtles and the birds of your world and encompasses them, too.