Month: August 2015

The wag end of a dog,

flick of a tail

pointing to instinct

and pleasure

expressed by the planet

through years of evolution

in one brief wave

 

so much of what I do

the same involuntary movement

 

except the planet can see it

when I do

 

having evolved these inner eyes

I choose to open

 

volition more ancient than me

wagging my tail.

Pick me up

by the scruff,

shake me

on this journey

 

letting me feel

the loose camouflage

of this skin,

the jumbled bones

within

 

the helpless hanging,

alert and shining eyes

 

willing to be carried

to safety,

set down

in new alignment.

 

So much of what felt true

has tumbled,

I would be adrift

but for this warm bite

near my wobbling spine,

surrender to a voyage

with paws resting briefly in air.

All those telescopes in tune,

filling a field,

expectant listening,

receiving and distilling,

attentive and moving by fractions,

planted and supple

 

and not just yin,

but also thrust,

the vivid squint skywards

beyond what is known,

the questing thirst

to find new edges

from which to stretch

 

the field collective,

harnessing the brightest on offer,

pooling vigilance and spark,

patience and push,

mirrors sharing perspectives,

eternal changing views.