The answer is there in that place
where there is no answer to be
discerned other than the one
that gently tears you apart.
There..a fish jumping in the lake;
all you see is the silver comma of flashing light,
but you know now, don’t you?
Your mind has been opened- kissed open-
in ways than it can never again be closed.
There..grasshoppers everywhere
leaping, snapping in front of you
a firework of cold dry wings and legs
opening paths for you, and now
you know where you are going, yes?
Yes. Don’t think about it. Yes.
as paths open, as full blown sighs escape, i wander back here and am startled by such beauty-of-words, i know, again, where i am going.
xo, graciel