Awakening

Foetal fecund

Jumbled together

Knocking and bumping

Tearing sounds

A flash of light

Then falling, falling

Deep down

In the dark cool

A quiver and a tremble

Nearby a sliding, slithering

A scrapping, scratching

Something passes by

Distant muted sounds

Warbling, gurgling

Chirping and buzzing

In the deep cool

A tiny touch of warmth

Penetrates to the core

Then cool smooth flowing

Pores open and receptive

Absorb minuscule droplets

Soft and damp, warming

Swelling, expanding, cracking

Vulnerable softness exposed

Slowly, gently easing

Threads chasing down

Then drinking deeply when found

Pushing, stretching up and up

Climbing towards the warmth

Journeying through the dark

Suddenly bursting through

Tiny spears of green

Dividing and unfolding wide

Greeting the world

Embracing the gentle breeze

And soaking up the sun

[30 June 2009]

Should it be?

long?
short?
proper?
meaningful?
simple?

all words disappear
clouds from the sky
leaving the vast blue expanse
direct experience, deep awareness
the source of inspiration
the poet's experience
life itself

no poem

no poet


[30 June 2009]