- True Identity is that which exists within one’s own heart
and is seen by another. In & Of Itself, Derek DelGaudio
I live inside a poem.
right here. this one.
the one you’re reading. right now.
look again if you don’t believe in moons.
we pretend we can’t see each other.
everything I see, I see from here.
every curve you draw.
every voice you make.
every motion a finger inscribes.
children taller than parents are.
each word. you know some of them.
each ray of Sun fallen onto the floor. feelings gravitate.
dreams of slow gathering.
a cradle with a cat sleeping inside.
when prey’s life is inside a predator’s mouth
beauty is described by taste more than by hoof.
is change merely a different us?
are we just bigger than before?
I don’t like question marks.
when I die I’d like to be Summer, maybe Spring,
as far front-faced to the Sun as possible.
something with a big Sss sound.
for us human folk, process matters more than result.
join us here laying in the Savannah shade beneath a tree.
sometimes a meal will come to those who wait.
I want to use the word, delicious.
don’t think I don’t like the austere spaces in-between the words. I do.
there, did you see that movement in the grass. (not a question)
I don’t so much choose the words I eat as simply say yes when they arrive.
hold my hand inside the stalking moon’s eye. please.
what we are is, observable. a moon can see us. anyone can.
says the moon. dont’cha know I am never far from you.
floating in your hand.
all of life painted there. colors. see.
notes beside my feet.
initiating quote, by MERRILDSMITH in comment to artist/poet Kerfe.
and notice how so many leave words of music behind where they go.
the moon sees everything, a small yet right thing to say.
small observation for the eyes. moon scene, found before intended.
suggest click the image to enlarge, then a second time too as the image
is rather large so each expansion is something of a visual waking-up.
maybe a delight.