A Rather Curious Feeling (Poem)

A Rather Curious Feeling

Converse here in the deep wood thaw

Caress the flanel, the bones magnetic

Pulsing with sea foam and pine.

Then, raise your left hand, and

Bring it down through the mist, lean

Your head over the well and

Whisper to yourself,

Without thinking.

Return to the world

At first light

Look for the lanterns, deep beyond

Duality is bearded upon

This place I walk.

I suspect then

The trees will all fall

Forming crosses in the moss

I cannot say what will meet you then

For me, it was a rather curious feeling

Dressed in fire moon and driftwood

That awakens in the seas

And dies in the deserts.