and to think

in certainty,
I look towards not myself
not my well versed mind
not my flexed muscles
not my trained fingers.

but simply the ocean,
the rolling energy of large masses
the crashing water brought forth
from leagues away, certain universes
not to be seen by our eye
only felt by our pulse.

and thus I must say,
thank you mother.

and then there stands with reason,
the question of confidence
the very straight manner of pure
and honest and straight belief
in the reason to live-
the actual effort of attainment.

and yes, for me,
there is openness
for I can recall shades
notes, words, phrases, pens, and
over stuffed notepads-
doodles by letters and actions
body movements in light on wind…

a woman’s body now on mind,
her voice of feline purity
caressing the meals of the day
the low fructose bearing of all-
and to think,
I forgot to thank
the mother this day.

the years are ahead and
in this day as well,
all points circumnavigating through
well defined paths of
listlessness, stopping and crying
at meditation minutes
where I will break out of
my typewriter
and dance.

Advertisement