Lying On A Hammock Handling Existence 1995

           Lying On A Hammock Handling Existence

I make myself an empty ball;

An empty tube, so that the All

Can pass right through; can fill me up –

A couplet speaking oracle,

A sage who hints at miracle,

Mystically receptive, empty,

Dim and sharp, deliberately,

Partly intellectual, partly automatic.

See: a sanded, gardened beach,

A hammock twined ‘twixt fir and birch,

A body, panty clad and glad

To be alive and lying;

Privileged. Sun high in high July;

Wind that’s plying sun and heat.

Sun plus wind –

Body’s pleasure almost sinful.

In an hour, waffles at the neighbors when –

With tiny boat from gardened beach,

We’ll row across the narrow stretch,

Be whip-creamed, waffled, berry-stained,

Coffeed high, this sun-high sky,

Hot day, wind dry: an hour till then.

But now I’m here upon a hammock-

Empty empress, calm inside.

A lake of space winds down the taste for exaltation

Caused by thought and inspiration,

Leaving thought and inspiration

To the masses.

 

© Lying On A Hammock Handling Existence 7.11.1995  Circling Round Nature; Circling Ropund Reality;  

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

 

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