inwardly-turning
warm and soft and sleepy

under the evening blanket

of this diamond-starred deep gateway,

quieted by richness

and blood-dripping spices,

the concave twin of

that gigantic mushrooming

belly full

rounded awareness

I

carried around last Friday,

my unexpectedly sprouted auric child,
so much incubating lately,

the spatial weight of it

pulling me out of time tracks

leaving the edges

all soft and unfocused,

but folding the distance

so that I know

as I lay here

with the deepening sapphires

and the young verdant things

and listen

as spring builds it’s song

over and through

that spanish guitar