‘Not everything is knowable at once.’~Philip Ball, Beyond Weird
In the hazy morning my tree sighs so
exquisitely imperceptibly slow
I sit. Try to peer through it. A goose train
waddles fast sixteen in a rush maintain
silence as they cross black tarmac. Muting
exuberance heavy air disputing
my farmer’s market plans. The element
of caution insists balance delicate’s
amiss. Precaution dictates inaction.
Bellyache oscillates between factions:
stay or go. The flow of what I know bounds
the sky, this watered silk cocoon confounds
each sound subdued. Red-winged blackbird’s trill spills
into the strange and heavy air then stills
and in the eerie silence, I let go
of plans made yesterday, enter now’s flow.
Inspired by Element, Silk, Oscillating, Faction and written for the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt to use the first 2-5 words in nearby printed material (the book Beyond Weird which has to go back to the library today.)
Featured image: While my stomach decides if I go to the farmer’s market today, here’s an orchid stall at the Kapi’olani farmer’s market.