from where I am now at home,
easy on my blue couch
I had a wisp of a thought
and at that — circles of you
spiraled and cut messages in the air
clockwise danced around dangling
pinpoint flowers holding
white and white again, each petal
accompanying rush of shallow river water
talking over rock
if I had had the notion to
carry you home in a pocket,
would you have nipped at me on the way?
this is to say
I have carried you home today
and you are now no further from me
than my very breath
this is ever so
while you fix dinner
With a shift, an inkling, concepts dropped
and I was all of my true name.
I felt etched in moving water.
I streamed me, was as water frozen,
as water falling, water drifting
as fog, as cloud.
I was mini-singular, H2O.
My two hydrogen rabbit ears
danced five different ways,
and my oxygen laughed and sang,
(what a fabulous team!)
Sundried, now as the clock struck noon,
I found my feet and stood.
I built myself of basaltic rock.
Tower of Babel–polyglot soundings
in cyclic revision spoke intelligence,
spiraling I was.
I inverted. I apt dived down
and in my transitions,
I grew rounded and hollowing.
I was Earth. I was Center.
Was Sun at Earth Center
where timeless pinpoint passages
snatched me home again.
I have no name.
Altogether I was walking a familiar path,
when strangely my shoulders felt pressed embraced.
My two feet moved so fast; I felt levitated!
Along my lower spine a surge of traffic came —
particles and waves of sunlight
from the center of the earth.
HI HO! my trillions of cells exclaimed,
stretching borders of their community kingdoms.
To reach to nourish to receive it in.
This is all of why I am simply here, I think.
To stop, to sense, to listen.
Call it love.
How is it that such magic happens?
Bless this place at year’s ending.
a tick of your distant heart
and for me the wheels go spinning
golden spires in evening breeze dip
and you, gripping, reach to the river
what do you see
with your hunting eyes?
what tastes come
i see only peace all about,
your wings of splendid silver filigree
tail tilted to the setting sun
many suns within your heart of hearts
do you know i forever run toward you
and to all your dragon friends?
do you feel me smiling laughing
my joy my welcome?
You see every bit of me, my morning star.
You pour life to me, no matter what.
I need not ask.
I open to receive.
Turn the bucket of me
right side up.
When you fill me with your golden fire,
you bend my edges wide and this
Pausing, breathing, I grow into my new skin.
Is there no end to this?
One part of me cries out–please stop!
Another part sings all glory.
Did someone leave my door ajar?
Or there is no door but what I make
Light has left me messages, as questions
such as these, and I have nibbled.
This morning rather I gobble.
I take my cue from my dog
who seizes moments.
This morning I have eaten all the bait.
Hook line and sinker.
Where there are no doors, cracks forever are.
Wherever there are slippings
and mighty shifts
leaning from apartment rail
out from dry haven of a slant roof run
my fingers palms cups overflow full
and i imagine
tiny fractal mouths all
in a pine tree nearest me
bundles of green frond tips
opening to first arizona rain
later, at my returning
the afternoon sun appears
shadowed in a cloud break
every water slick
green of pine
casts ornamental silver
and one hummingbird
edges my head
all wonderments these
gracing a new summer’s day