The Garden Alive

the paper wet on my tounge
this strange ritual. Wheels turning
and 4.
then how to move? and laugh?
this birth of thought and senses
and rules?
questions?
the openness. the vast simplicity and then
detail.
the Huge and the Small.
the dark and light.
and why. everything as if it was real life
but then what difference?
these childs eyes, this new skin and this animal
who can smell the essence of the earth
who can hear each and every burst
of new life, in the audience of existence
perspective. like a great blooming galaxy
shifted.
and oxygen flowed
difference infiltrated
languid and carefree
these roots of nature and history
entwined
alive in mind
fear distracted
and I am human infinitely... and every second.