Contraction Timing

You were born yesterday,
and again this morning,
and again we hope tomorrow.

Why, I asked,
are babies born so naked,
with their water flowing to ground, and
their fire flowing to sky
so perfectly — so automatically?

It creates currents that form
the multi-vortical human mindscape
where every spin the now-ist sees
as yesterday’s pre-reality.

You can’t take the same sacred snapshot twice:
no matter how terminally indignant
the weekly pattern-monger’s habit,
Love remains the fulcrum and
always moves above a still.

It’s a fragile eternity that yields
an allergy to urgency,
no appetite for the Bantu fractal or
the circumdancing flower of homo-spiritus,
or the growing rampant glory of identity
taming the local lizard.

But we can see the buds on gravid branches
all watching in their special ways
to be the stone, the bird, the tree,
the proactive jazz blossoms,
the spin-bombs of living Logos
bringing on more contractions…

First published at vox poetica.

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5 responses to “Contraction Timing

  1. Why, I asked,
    are babies born so naked,
    with their water flowing to ground, and
    their fire flowing to sky
    so perfectly – so automatically?

    beautiful

    Thank you, Dhyan.

  2. nice text! congrats, I was thinking that maybe it is not possible to produce neoprene suits in the womb.
    Vhrrtd

    hehe. Nor metaphors on the run.

  3. Bryan Borland

    Yes. Just absolutely beautiful. Your one-ness with the natural world brings calmness to me. You represent the complete opposite of the ego and emotionally-charged impulsive poetry I write. You’re the antidote. I’m the poison. I have to come here every now and then to continue on.

    Your verses recall Whitman’s living, breathing universe.

    Thanks, Bryan. You know, it ain’t chemistry that mostly defines poison-ness, is it? It’s timing, dosage, combination, etc. I see no poison in you. I’m glad you see health in me.

  4. Bryan Borland

    Love that this poem found a home at vox poetica. It’s a special place, you know.

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