Sensual topography: rusted wheelbarrow,
twisted, shivering with tall, dead weeds.
Traverse a planetary surface with me,
in minuscule capsule: wombed illusions.
Not a sigh in this intermittent breeze;
wheels within wheels (infinite regress) roam;
beyond recession's dim, green parallels,
indwelling void returning. 'Where have you been?'
'Behind the bumble-bee's fumbling blunders,
behind the pigeon's habitual insistence,
behind the tinnitus hiss of your very continuance
and the fickle flap of the paper you inscribe.'
YOU ARE READING
Under The Wings
Poetry.Under the Wings of the Egyptian and world-wide respected Goddess, Isis. Poems of Nature, Inner Resonance and Mythology.
