Ho Hums

Ye me le.
The birds cavorting remind me that Sergio still hums of the circuit Universe with a smile.
Blinking Winking, meanwhile,
Tinkers with the eyes we need to
See More.
The spreading current draws in, breathes out, shimmy shake and
Linear circular expanse, at once, all electric fuzz crochet breaths.
We are black wired and
Ready.
Come, Sound.

Emergence

Earth shakes itself awake again.
The yaw maw wah of bird cries reeling across the dimpled grasses waving
Lose themselves with the latest rain, melting into drops and drops and drops.
The birds droop, waving dripping feathers and swooping lazily into trench top feeders;
Prize fighters knocking about, before the fight for worms begins.

This year, I feel differently towards them.

My egg shell - built so assiduously amidst the dark and uncertain - has cracked.

I feel the fluid movement of myself as the membrane melts and,
Tenuously,
My quiet self
Emerges,
Blinking and trembling.

Tomorrow

In the deep quiet of the day's end
I walk into the night; uncertain, breathless, fired and impassioned;
I raise a haunted face to an ink-filled sky.
It blinks back at me,
Waiting.

sign posted on tree with small axe

BIGGALL'S WIGGLES
(fISH LURES AND CURIO ITEMS FOR THE
FISHERMAN AND HIS FAMILY)
tIRD LAKE FROM TA LEFT OF SNONKER'S
BOATHOUSE

SQUEAKED IN, ONTARIO


HEY, YAS! I JUS' HAD TO RITE YAS AND LET YAS NO
DAT DA ONE STEP UP NEAR 'TA FRONT
IS DERN NEAR A KILLER.
 ME AND MA WENT TO
BUY ONE OF 'EM LITTLE SPECKLED LOORS
WHAT LOOK LIKE PUMPERNICKEL LOAVES
(HERE DEY'RE A REAL TREAT FOR DA MUSKEY),
AND 'TA 'TING JES SEEMED TO LOOM OUT OF
NOWWAIRS, TO CAUSE ME GREAT PERSONAL PAIN.
MIND YA',
I BOUNCED A BIT, WHAT WIT' DA WEATHER BEIN' COLD, AND
                                             THE WISER'S
BEING WAR, 'N ALL, BUT STILL, YOU SHOULD
REALLY MEBBE PUT A FLASHIN' SIGHN NEAR DA
BIG PINE ON DA LEFT, WHAT TO WARN PEOPLE
                                             WIT, LIKE.

JESS BEIN' A CONCERNET CITIZEN. also, I
LOST MY HAIRPIECE, WHAT MA GOT ME, TREE
CHRISTMASSES BACK, AND IT SORTA' FEELS
LIKE A LONG TRIP ON A COLD NIGHT, IF YAS
KNOW WHAT I MEAN.....GETTIN' PERSONAL, LIKE.

sincerely, THE FIDDLIN'S.....WHAT LIVE OVER NEAR
                                                TA OLD ROCK JUT.

Bag Lunch, Delivered xo

The exquisite gift of someone bringing you lunch.
What does this bring?
…
     A picnic into monotony
…...:respite in the midst of the processed and mechanical: evidence of greenery,
        wild frond flinging and Amazonia roll for joy,  amidst the incessant steel of intellectual erection, realized.

And you thought it was just a BLT.

Thought for the Day

All the world's a Stage,
and the Earth is
Adam's Cage.

Optical callusion

Exquisite air absent matter...
Removed, but replaced within cortex flash:
Orb transmit;
Shudder-shimmer-shake..
Complete.
Enveloped within, without, in
Murmur murmured more against eyes, ears, mouth, neck, hand:
Breath,
Met.
...And still, a twirl-whirl-furl of stars inked white hot
In ebony sky:
Present, absent, present, absent,
Finding
Space
Matter meaning in
Current, realized.

Progress

The mist is risen;
I see its mysterious fingers curling slowly around the greening, waving trancelike
In grasses and fronds profusely undulating.
I feel the greening in me, wishing it
Sanely
In the soil's
Eyes.

New Day

We seek the matched exquisite inner unknown,
Finding Other, and
All.

Joy

Oh, to move the sky aside,
That I might kiss your
Eyes.

Current

Ah, Hugoesque.
Ballet point perfect, Sala Sadler, the stars peer knowingly, grey twinkle in shared glow, floating
In a balanced
Never, fossil remnants untouched.
Theirs is a shared conviction,
Gliding.