moving ecology of the lyrical body

wondering, what? anxiety of the mystery spreading a blanket of uncertainty

And what of the shining rings forged in fire?

deep in the woods, wrapped around bundles of lavender

by hands brushed gold with straw

what of the willow reaching skywards towards clouds

like a mirror, soft fuzz in spring bursting between yellow curled leaves on gold-green stems, waxy bark shining

with a combination of substances I know not

what of the morning light on the hillside

the bird at my back door opening and closing her tiny beak to reveal the song so much bigger than both of us

weaving it into – out to – the world all around

shaping her as it shapes the space she occupies

what of the wild horses walking high against the morning sky, along the elevated horizon of that rocky hill 

which stretches as far on both sides as the view from my door

all of this

arising and rich with life

around the cars hurtling up and down the road

running between it like a concrete river carrying metal fish

around me at my computer

glowing blue light

the reach for dreams, the endless glance back through mist to a sense of belonging nestled deep in the way here

and what of all that is HERE

Moving ecology of the lyrical body