Sunday, February 25, 2018

The Anatomy of Wonder

Art by Christian Schloe


I have been down that path
twice before. It has 
no more gifts
to offer me.

Within.

I have gardens.
I have oceans.
I have skies.

I walk in dreams.

where not to go?

I string out infinitely.
Nothing will stay me.

I am imprinted upon
the skin of the ether.

can i protect myself
from this crude vulnerability?

Here comes a new gathering—a
portal, unraveling.

Oh, Self-Discovery!
I have body.
I have wings.

My spirit hums,
long-breathing and bold.

this moment 
contains every moment

I leap,
brazenly tracing
this new unknown
un-invisible, my being
painted with sensation.