Hillside.
Blue sky.
Breath blowing above squinting eyes.
Watch the clouds sprinting by.
At once- a dragon, a lamb.
Souls of puddles awaiting
yellow rubber-booted stamp
of toddler’s approval.
Unsullied, before the fall.
Beyond the reach of trees and steeples tall.
I indicate the shape of a claw-footed bath.
You show me Charon’s Lethe-locked craft.
We laugh
and under the disapproving huff
of angst atmospheric
the clouds wander off
giving unbroken blue perspective.
Vertigo grips.
I bite my lip
as realization drips
savagely.
All that holds us here is gravity.
Before us an infinite we can’t see
through eyesight limited by our humanity.
The perception of being pinned in place by forces
we name and explain with theoretical solemnity;
research in universities;
master in laboratories;
weaponise selectively;
is overwhelming.
If we hold our breaths and listen
we can hear tiny rustles in the grass by our heads.
Insects inspecting our picnic while
we repose reflecting
on shifts of perspective.
The earth is a dervish and I a willing conductor.
I feel her energies flow through me.
Honeyed, bulbous, nebulous,
effervescent viscosity,
warming, wondrous.
Nails clutch roots and wet dirt crowds cuticles
as our indentations of individuality
smooth to meaningless
completed by connection’s kiss.
