we spill over,
soul peninsulas…
“the bottleneck of the signifier” bursts…
so otherly, what of me shimmers.
may everyone swim.
thanks to #rezarites for the prompts
day 23: surreptitiously spellbound
day 24: lilting liberation
day 25: parasitic paramours
as I turn the phrase in a skyless place,
“tidal waves” kind of comes close to resonance
with this wordless feeling of worsdwells
trailing sediment made to shimmer
like glassdust and no less prone to lodge.
thanks to #rezarites for the prompt: tidal waves
It’s a kind of figure-ground reversal, how the here-ness of a tidepool thickens.
above the expressway rubble, motorbuzz and junktrails,
we lean in spirit towards the water’s bending rush.
you write the rhythmic signature of the one against the other in the air.
how the road runs straight while the river weaves.
not a forever ‘against’…your handsong said it better, the long arc,
just beings in motion, though not just.
may the fish find the ladder that we could not.
thanks to #rezarites for the prompt: jovial juxtapositions
words swarm the dreaded curve,
this knowledge gyre,
noise and numbers, oh my head.
a gull drops an oyster coolly, sunthick,
as data threads the skies.
we breathe and root,
seacricles, shellcrack.
thanks to #rezarites for the prompt: purveyed purviews
along the pawtuxet river, warwick or maybe cranston, rhode island
