What were the scuttling claws?
I wasn't paying attention.
Traveling moonbeams along neuro-electric
tracks
distracts
displaces segments of time.
I'm fine. No meds, no precious
minutes ignored in a foreign-speaking
doctor's presence
forever short-circuiting my essence
trading well-established chronic pain
for devils' staccato dancing through my brain.
Meditation, mediation, Buddha's great epiphany:
the middle way
Join us! Joyous! Riding the perfect wave,
Milky bright foam carrying home
whatever's left
after grand adventure.
Mountain crevice
special hidden lives
immune to humanity's
vague fascinations.
Ever intent upon keeping the flame
between temptation and salvation
hungry beasts
angry winds
our place of safety
so fragile, contingent on
circumstance.
I can't help you while
you deny
my existence.

"At the 11th hour""
self-reflection
in infinite regression
significant omens
legends and runes
Some keep careful notation
codes, clocks, keystones
Ravens flocking
as foretold
patterns, synchronicities.
Brains evolve with dangers
sensory scanners
filtered through parameters
call out Warning! Warning!
far too often, far too loud
A simple flower, patterned like
sunlight, tranquil scent,
soothing startling
lost in sensation
each step, each succession
lightly breathed
in idiosyncratic time.

November 8, 2009