.
maybe flower petals are held to stems by thought
and the wind’s a counter-thought that plucks
and sets them elsewhere in the grass
to grow in contemplative resolution
beside the notion of a grub-pulling crow
maybe the wind itself’s a palpable bright idea,
something about motion and the abhorrence of vacuums
something about coming and going,
about ferocity and stillness
about war and its absence
maybe the moon’s the concept of fullness,
loss, abatement, regeneration from slivers,
hope at the hour of the wolf, the opposite of
darkness at the break of noon, the
upside of shadow
maybe Descartes had it right
and this from horizon to horizon is
a simple ontology,
an inherent daisy chain of ideas chasing its tale
regardless—
one
idea
hatched in this synapse nest
is to harvest
thought
from thought
under a
perception
of blue
while the
conception
of breeze
riffles the
hint
of hair
and I place them
like
dreams
of plums
into the
essence
of basket
and give them
with the
intention
of love
to my
belief
in the natural being
of
you
by Jim Culleny
February26, 2011
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