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.