where it falls
Ric on July 8, 2010 in Austin Poetry, Consciousness, Death, Modern Poetry, Mythopoetry, Psychology, Texas Poetry, mythopoetics, poetry No Comments »it 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
Ecology Fund
Save the Rain Forest
The Hunger Site
