Stillness Necessitated

February 23, 2010

Stillness necessitated,
and immersed in movement,
lover kissing the air,
lover kissing the first memory
of a forest awake.

What gradually takes over is not,
it dissolves into no solution,
it dissolves into gradations that
have no measure of ago or to come,
it dissolves into the non-blazing
and the non-blizzard,
it kissolves all
to the surrender that is in between
the pinwheel’s fins,
that space where the wind pleases
the running child’s singing,
it kissolves youth and old age
to bond as immortal permission
to age as conscience and time says
‘yes’ to this deeply…

Riding slowly,
yet covered in a blur,
atop a blue dragon sailing gently
over tree tops thicker than broccoli heads,
over canyons just hoed last week,
over weathered petroglyph towers
built last night.

With each soft flap,
flocks of now-migrating birds appear
from underneath and begin their descent,
coasting into great warm lakes
filled with minnows,
frogs, larvae, salmon
and plants abundant with seed
and nesting hair.

A sun appears
over the horizon of this planet
whose moon is an infant sun sleeping.

Below are great blue emerald cubes
resting upon a vast desert of white sand.

This sand is also paint,
this sand is also the ash of trillions of
thoughts the dragon rider has given light
to; heartflame dances mercilessly through
all that is said to be love,
and still, after eons of trying,
cannot kiss while speaking.

Love simplifies
and never defines itself
as something reliable
to plan or express
with the type of breathing
that may stop at any moment
in Time’s unusual clockworks,
that does not labor to tell the time,
instead, it shows favor
to that which stands the stillest
while rage and dissolution
reigns in horses on fire,
enameled teeth crackling,
wagon ironworks melting
and kingdoms withering
at the touch of a blade of
god inquiry within,
for a closer look.

Cloud cover envelopes the blue dragon
and rider…

Inside they sleep.
It begins to rain underneath them,
while the sun humidifies
their tired limbs and soothes
their chapped tenderness.

Far off a train is heard traveling
down a strand of the rider’s hair.

Far off a world slightly collides with
another as the dragon almost sneezes.

Far off a woman begins to unshod a
gown made of dark green scarab beetles
and ivory colored papyrus,
revealing underneath
a collective ray-goddess of heat waves;
her form is dependent upon
that which her light alights on.

A sonnet being composed is heard
in the midst of a thunderous scenario…

It is now nighttime
and the dragon and rider
are being covered in a plaster mold;
fairies have hobbies.