I AM…

whimsy,

of mists & pebbles,

purveyor of mosses & pelicans,

minter of unchewed thoughts & wonderful modes of moments


I AM…

of diligence,

attent to each letter 

expent & sent along neural vesicles

crossing taste buds towards the beyond,

vibrant in soundwaves —

witnessing the subtle shifts

each permutation vibrates and permits

new futures to find themselves along fractaloid branches


I AM…

of honesty,

baring my heart to the sky,

the blues of each shifting, peregrine cloud-person

within my world’s horizon, 

thus bearing witness to my present,

this place where my feet touch ground

guided by my upturned eyes and open chest


I AM… 

of openness

to the seven winds of the seas, 

casting about seasons

as children do dandelion seeds,

ebb and flow of pressure systems giving rise to tears —

droplets upon my unfurled needles —

yet

I tap my pining roots downwards,

lift my crown with jaunt undaunted,

and reach inwards


I AM…

of defiance,

claiming my thoughts as free, 

guarding their attention

as we must protect grounded water’s clarity

from incessant, institutional, cash-grabbing, cataclysmic fracking, 

allowing instead for simple soft pressures of layering time

to create the glittering gems 


AND…

bitter though the poky leaves 

of this life chapter may oft be,

boil them seven times

and then their poisons may process into nourishment

don’t admonish yourself for your berried stains,

but rejoice in the reds — blues — purples

as an expanded emotional palette for visions untold —

effort & time heal most wounds


AND…

while the sand granule & the feather,

while the peat moss stalk & the dewdrop’s pearl,

are all indicative of the whole, 

thus fragmented, they stagnate and gray, 

a mere letter communicating none of the epic — 

only strong together —

with energy —

they do sing.