Monday, August 14, 2006
eremite impulse
she carved her own backbench
in the light of the glade of the
silent wood, one evening,
with solid bits and fluff and sticks
no one could corroborate.
her solid base is motion, to spur
action
sometimes
spinning in while out with
ease
grasping the edges squanders the center.
look at her stuff! the moving, gooing, caressing
stuff
that touches her
skin
she forgets her borders.
looking at where she’s heading,
she throws her energy the other way
riding the swoop of her own making,
the centrifugal force
heady, woozy, yummy
the giddy flight is her gift.
# posted by kachen : 10:09 AM
