cocoon

metamorphosis

While you whittled away time
With your computational fingers
I sat on top of the red rock
Singing cactus bones.

Grown restless I left the pinned insect land
I discovered that when you climb
To the highest altitudes
The pressure dips to zero and you are free

There is no air up here,
No wind, no sound.

I painted my face with white clay.  
With animal stag's blood and burnt pine I banded my arms.
I wove bird bones into my hair, fought with wolves.
Catching prey in my strong jaws.

I looked above myself and beneath myself and
Seeing not myself but only the rim of the earth I dissipated.
Here there is only starshine and ultraviolet
I drink these, incorporate them into the blueprints of my cells.

I am changes, I am changed.
I wrap myself in a silver cocoon.

Perennial evils I have fought in the marshland, ever since
I swallowed the moon.  To ward away ghosts,
Into a stone bowl
I ground the teeth of my enemy.

When the moon disappeared,
I loosed my gravitational ribbon
While it fell to the earth at a constant acceleration
I drifted into space.

Reviews

[Restlesslittlesoul]

Wow! So many WOW moments in this poems!

It is so beautifully written, but above all, the theme is what really appeals to me! The feeling of it touches the core of my soul.

I truly love this.

Thank you for the beauty!