Back to Basics

Back to Basics

Walking backwards, over the cracks, the broken glass, the crying shame

Looking in and out.  All the hostile visions I never want to see

damning me.

They say to give is blessed, when in doubt give it all away.

I say

we are each a universe, so many worlds, so many stars

we lose track

we look back

whoosh into the vastness of possible trajectories.

Without crossroads, without stones of demarcation

we would fall upwards eternally.

 

I am digging a well,

a holding place for tears.

When the hole is of the right proportions

I will fashion a tight container of stone and clay.

The excavation uncovers rotten cadavers, old bones

twisted from unhealed breaks, bits of broken treasures,

shattered expectations, 

here and there 

pieces of nursery toys no longer loved.

I crawl through the earth, exulting in sensuous pleasure.

Moving like a snake at home in the elements,

shedding my skin, becoming silky sinuous sense cells.

It is so beautiful here, under it all.

Fertile soil, made of the cast off, the ruined, the dead.

Seeds try again to perfect the expression of dna.

It would all fall together naturally.

 

But nature did not make me.

It was selfless nurturance of worlds and stars

Trying to cast off their earthly heritage.