Moon Beam Bone
Peer into life...
take a ride on a falling leaf
climb the spiral staircase in an icicle
with a porous heart,
soap stone soul,
dancing in the fairy ring
smoking with the troll.
A depth of perception
an exception to the rule
an opening a closing
aperture of feeling
praying without kneeling
an effortless effort
revelation of the evident
dreams dissolving into sediment
An underground spring
rarely seen, always heard
praising paradoxes
worshiping winter’s sun
traveling through maple woods
on a trail of vapor...
Loosen knots
releasing hold
ascend the slippery slope
made of ashes and rust
and
ask the dust
where passion hath fled?
Olympic mountain epiphanies
disappear on an eagle feather
floating down a river of memory
Siphoning the marrow from a moon beam
glistening on a bone
in a desert of abandoned aspirations
Tracing a finger across the elaborate geography
of her hip and inner thigh
hearing a tremendous, timeless sigh
by the lakeside verdant glade
a trembling, tumbling
cavalcade of wind and water and air