where it falls
By Ric on July 8, 2010 in Austin Poetry, Consciousness, Death, Modern Poetry, Mythopoetry, Psychology, Texas Poetry, mythopoetics, poetryit is greener now
the fruit gone
blossoms
sleeping
& now
into the rise
the aerial blood
the reach beyond
a tree-hung eye
thru smoke
& cloud
moon
planets
comets
& stars
emptied
birds nest
insects
gnaw
but
the underground
pushes past the animal
to the companion without names
without thought without an in or out or
thru to a round dimensionless
timeless beyond waiting
or stillness beyond
the switch that
calls back
to what
ever
falls
© 2010 Richard Lance Williams June 23 at the tree again
