My tentacles are crazing
My arms into submission,
My hearts march to the beat of
My heads’ drums rolling
Making me black as rock
As luminescent as the
Sun caught in a thousand coral
Spools, maybe just 3 years to
Trick minnows into raw death
Before I release each heart and
Head and leg back to the stark beneath
Much dark and thick possibility so much sound
Shooting up like a rock from the seas with myriad
Layers, layering upon layer in dry notes that jag
Shapes in the clay furrows already layered above
The waves ready for you, your sound summoned
Up from the deep so deep and dark so dark and
Deep deep breathless deep silent blackness blued
Out with dark deep darkness calling you back
And pulling you up without tension is
A perfect curving swoop of free joy and peace
Without cessation floating fast motion rolling crisply
With sudden air bursting nobly, regal flare, to say
Blow rushed Hey to the Sun and the stars and
Their rays and the Moon and the waves and
The bright bright tight spaces dancing, tickling
Upper world before swinging back round to the
Beginning of everything and into everything
That holds food and fish and blue and
Dark and deep and low and teeming back
Black and back up above, to breathe
Like a wave a breath like the first. The first.
As sure as fire is hot,
Moons move. The thing I am now will
Swap places with another
All is equal at the sun atomic level.
No questioning reality,
Expect it of anything
Time is constant, possibly.
Some stars have made it to our eyes in
An everlasting instant
Oh there is a peace that
Blows out my core and
Shakes every pip in its
Case
Oh there is a place in my
Bark that creaks when I
Stretch out my feet on
Air
A pace made of peace is
My breath as it breaks
Space between each step’s
Brace
As you close off the illusion
Of stillness the circles begin
And as they spin we see that
The only real vision is silence
And silence is more beautiful
And forever than imagined
I always think the first epiphany
Is the last. Have you ever
Touched your palate, pretending you are it?
Imagine tongue as finger,
Explore the mouth and
Surprise delight to sit at
Heaven.
Different keys for different flavours,
Life is a difference between mushroom and banana. Use its
Loudest instrument, to communicate Consciousness to
Your roof, as if you were
Your own saviour, blessed by your own kiss
The water is all around us and can
Lift us. We will never sink if we
Drown doubt with open – eyed gratitude
The maker is continuous and so
Should we, a product, be, for
We form all in our own image
Continuity in Hope, and it repeats
Us so everything will come
Up at sum point, mathematically.
Hope never ceases, like Time, it is,
Bright, you will not find a black
Hole that’s not shot with hope – spots,
Throughout.
In the bark there is a
Swirl,
Press it, let its edges round
Yours,
Look down the avenue’s
Trees
With wind reaching in, to
Spine,
To the roots of your soul
Twined
To Earth’s grace, rolling on
Round itself, round the sun,
a God.
You think you’ve taken a step on
And it’s real, it feels right and yet
Cannot be tested against experience
It’s too new, not comparable.
And so you surmise there’s no going back
Or round again, from this there is no return To the land of mist and fog and repeating seasons
This is a bit of the new world where the
Heat is always on and the people are always hot,
Like Tahiti.
And you think Yes, I’ve done it, I’ve let go of it all,
The past, the chains, the blame, the hates, the likes and
Lives and loves and that bloody whirr of helicopters taking
Sleep to A and E.
Then, from this, this paradise, this wonderland where
Everything in your body and soul works like the most pitch-perfect
Beachboy song, you find that every now and then the
Coconuts sound like the old doubts and your vision blurs
Like Eve’s and everything you eat hooks your soul like bait.
And so you swim and strive and spit and row out as far as you
Can while you spit and sweat and burn and raw your hide and
Hide your anger from the beauty and the sky everywhere smiling back at you.
One perfect moment,
Unframed, just resting
Against the wall, ready to
Be lifted if you move,
Light enough for you
To carry.
It’s not even beautiful
But it is yours and it
Might love you again
And again, every time
You look up or down,
Depending on where
You hang it.
Being Every Day 