Hazy Acres

Poke 

A 

Dot

In reverse the leaves return 

Hand comes back down from touching my face 

Smiles go up and down 

Up and down 

Money exchanges from one hand to another

Placed in the center at lotus light 

Passed around 

Then back around

And around 

Back and forth 

Start and end 

Start and end 

Start 

The sea level normalizes then rises 

Glaciers freeze then melt

then again

You kiss me from sitting across the couch 

Raising up to my face

Sitting back in your seat

Raising up to my face 

Back in your seat 

I put on a left shoe then a right shoe

Take off a right shoe then a left shoe

Put on a shoe 

Birds hit a wire from the dying leaves of a common hibiscus  

Backwards to the branch

Back to the wire

My hips sway to the left 

Yours to the right 

And back

Then forth 

And back

Then forth 

I say I love you 

It returns back inside my mouth 

Down my throat

Through my chest

In the stomach tunnel 

Down through the wild pelvis 

Slowly like lava in my thighs

And on

Toward the rooted toes 

Callus feet 

Then back up 

Out my mouth 

Again 

I pick up paper 

Write words I wish to say 

Putting the note in your palm

I take your hands with both of my hands

Folding them and lifting toward my chest

Looking you in the eye I am silent

My body

Eyes

Mouth 

Nose

Neck

Sing the inevitable blue that is happening  

This dissipates in front of your eyes

Gone

Poof 

A blink is a bomb 

Rising up in the morning 

It remains 

And so on 

There’s an invisible wall between now and then and now

It goes up and down

I throw everything I have through the tiny sliver 

An opening  

Milliseconds 

Artifacts

Could be 

Never was 

Will never be 

Possibly 

Always is and was and will be 

On a tiny raft we race toward the waterfall 

Shielding from the cascade of arrows shooting at the path 

Deep woods 

Fierce archery 

No cupids 

At night they glow as they go as high as they can 

Before dropping as fast as they can 

Then back the way they came 

Over and back down again 

Birds only go higher then an arrow

I see faces in the tree eye 

Fir limbs as hands

My hands cup your mouth 

You yell 

Where is my mind 

Crows nest 

Reaching toward you across from me 

I whisper in your ear 

Would you believe me if I told you none of this stuff is real and we are not real 

Would you believe me if I told you I am not me 

Would you let go of yourself 

Would you let go of me 

Would you reimagine everything that came before 

And will come again 

Like before 

I wouldn’t

The gust of wind says hello to the windows 

I lay comfortably on a couch I’ve had for years 

Reading

Crickets and crickets in reverse 

And Crickets in double time 

And crickets putting on a broadway show 

Crickets laughing 

I’ve never played this game 

In a slow reverse it all folds up into a crystal ball 

Tellers tell the tale 

7.8 billion versions of this 

Sentient