I want to go back to psychedelic
daze when I first saw rainbow

waves of love emanating from trees.
This cool brisk air hints the end

of summer-spontaneous dives into
clear water to escape sweatbees

and biting flies who annoy sunsets.
Fog is swirling secret messages

too ethereal to decode. Sometimes
I’m lost in translation, half here

while my body reflects the tension
of perfect intelligence holding

undigested experience out of sight.
As I watch from far away, a head

periscopes from the depths. Do her
prey remember this fatal swimmer?

No, her brusque emergence, feathers
dripping, talons clutching this wriggling

grandfather of fish, a low flight
just over the surface as frantic

fish memories call urgent depths.
This moment is surely stamped in

epigenetic instinct, arising too late.
Giving room for digestion, feeling

sudden shifts as energy is
integrated. Here now something big

splashes my attention awake
just as the seasons shimmy.

Inspired by: Brusque, Psychedelic, Annoy and Spontaneous and a double-crested cormorant who broke her fast along with me this morning.

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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