Part of my Feb 2024 Dream Poems project.
Sitting on the Earth in Space
Sitting
legs crossed
empty
not really empty
sated on jangle and squawk
chock full of memory and plans
future fears planted and thriving,
watered faithlessly, endlessly vining
through and up my spine,
sitting erect yet relaxed
or actually neither
Sitting
legs crossed
slumped a bit
listening beyond my clitter-clatter
for the quiet whoosh of blood and breath
and cosmic waves too low for hearing
listening for the spaciousness
that comes when there’s space for it
like the sleep that comes
eventually when eyes close
and mind slows, it’s that easy
maybe, boundless space
both entirely here and now
and completely there and always
because
it’s boundless
Sitting
legs crossed
neck lolling,
ready to find space,
numberless inner, outer,
in-between space
local to us all
and yet panoramic
holding up the sky
and held by all the skies
a luminous vast awareness
of everything in every place
and of course in no place at all
just space –
the endless space
where dreams derive
and disappear, beetles think and
owls focus an implacable face,
the tide drops rocks pulled blindly
from a glaciered shore –
space shot through the stars and light
and what’s beyond light,
space thrumming
anyway
with murmured desire,
the hum of light-hearted mirth
the absolute circus of love and loss
that fills our time and place here
on this breathing, bloodied,
ever-unsettled earth.
© M Wms 2024
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