The Wildflowers

Getting lost in it is as good as any way.

No longer able to fix where you are in place of others.

Notions of ahead, behind, over and under weld together by the same flame;

crystallize in the same ice for a million years between ages.

All the springs that ever sprung,

move the wind that carries the primordial dust along --

to learn we’re not statues.

Finding time belong-side the tumbling weeds,
there, the wildflowers are.

Trust in Our Nature

Confusion is better out than in, I change my mind.

You are better in than out, I find. Our nature

will have us to care. I dare myself not to get used to

the cold. If fear should get the best of me, I open

up this chest of me, toward the skies — breathing

out what cries, and in with hope it is not disguised. I learn

I am patient when some things never change. Spinning into another,

pending one day, lover, we collide. Better to

trust in our nature, I find.

The Way of the World

You were saying how gravity would have the apple fall,

I was wondering how hard we must fight it when building a wall?

You were saying how a thousand billion suns fill the skies,

I was wondering how starlight found home in your eyes?

You were saying how the river flows on its own,

I was wondering why then we push it through dams of stone?

You were saying how everything constantly moves,

I was wondering how then some things stay the same?

You were saying, I was wondering,

about the way of the world—

For quite some time, we would go on like this.

How you were, and I was.

Empowerment of Non-Choosing

Fascinated by anyone who
did not choose anything about their birth
which so far, is everyone I have ever met. 
In which case, anyone as helpless.
Oddly enough, in this regard, anyone as helpful!
Because in this way, everyone shares the same buoyancy.
-- a weathered resilience to overcome.

Seduction

I want to stay. There is so much

light. You are there. I

am gone now. I feel the

dark ocean. Why

are we running? How high

is that wall? I hear

laughter. Do you

know what this is? Who does

the following? Energy chases

the mysterious. Seduce

the imagination. Into madness,

where dreams save. What if

seduction is not all

it appears to be? Luring

eyes stoke the fire. How

love burns for desire.

Finding Irresistible

Follow.

Past delusion,

Further than delight.

It is there; all the same, and ever-changing.

Hold onto it purposefully,

so you feel it slip away.

sense it drift astray…

It will lead, you will guide.

Both are grappling

To survive.

Sharper and Duller

I would not understand

how from trapped within a tornado

I stayed straight as a pencil

my sharp pointed led feet

spinning hastily on its eye

(though I doubt the prick was felt by anything)

my palms met above my shoulders

arms covering my ears from whirling cries and curses

my dull eraser head somehow remembered

how I could barley lift

an eye open to witness

such a twisted demolition

collecting all too familiar nouns

giving them flight only to throw

down their spirit

I would not understand

how scribbling the disaster

spared me from destruction

somehow leaving me

sharper and duller