meeting Hare

Animals and dreams,
My favorite sacred texts,
Have been speaking loudly.

I have been bedded
By the blood then the fever –
Days go by
And the sky
Relentlessly spins.

Focusing works for a while,
Then the spinning returns,
More.

I gave up doing.

Yesterday I wrapped myself into a blanket and
stumbled into the forest,
Wanting only to collapse and watch the trees spin –
And I meet Hare.

I freeze.
Usually, my eyes catch
but a glimpse of
A speedily retreating tail.

This fellow lounges on,
Crosses the wide clearing in an unhurried straight line
– straight to me.

Hare considers briefly
My toes among the wandering Jew,
And promenades on.

My advanced
discombobulation
Melted me into the friendly landscape.

Surrender
Vanishes
My separateness.

What else am I ever learning?

Published by joythunder

ecstatic wildness

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