Slow Things Down A Breath
Rabbit Trail #11
Prone
I’m drawn to the gatherings
The clusters
The Rhizomes
The interlocked
Forked trigs, branches, patterns, geometry
Circular still-stalked-skinny bamboo
Crowded together
Supporting the center.
I’m drawn to the wild green large leafy transparent skin, stems sticking out in every direction
The flaky-like horseflesh mahogany
Caribbean and Cubans closed in tight
Weathered and wing-liked-worn-layered-barked
Transplants that have held up the island
Layers upon layers.
Paths
Rabbit trail wanderings
The exploration of, life-present
Pausing for beauty
Momentary fading becuase things fail, and all faces change
A rose that will wrestle for its permanence
So bloom exponentially loud and alive, double your delight when you feel the Sun
So bloom exponentially loud and alive, double your delight when you feel the Sun
(So bloom exponentially loud and alive, double your delight when you feel the Sun
So bloom…
Exponential
Loud
Live
Feel the Sun, please.
And sometimes…
I’m only talking about attention
(you’re here, words, my eyesyour mind/your mind my eyes)
Thinking how a variety of one could be so cohesive
I’m drawn to the labyrinths
The odd-shaped concaved curves polished peeling emancipated movements
Like jazz to these optics
The knots, gashes, gorged skinned got us
here
Pulled towards chaos, in the chaos, of the chaos
Emerging soil and water looking for notes I’ve never seen
Shapes, death, shadows decay, buried, scaling scratching and shedding violence and risk all around
Always a threat of crashing, free falling from some branch or bar
Unnatural axes at the root imprisoning expansion
Avarice’ quick declines and sharp objects, we will never remove the danger
We know we wouldn’t wish it the same so what of what ifs?
But if it is what it is, Knuckle the fuck up and fight!
bob and weave, anticipate the angles
Sturdy daggers, needles, knives, nettles and artillery
its nature
Stings and high socks when I know there will be snakes
But there are not always signs
(And he said, “there are no snakes”)
I know ears have to listen and the breath has to slow beyond sound
To know what fear taste like
(Bear, Buffalo, Coyotes and Black Widows in my past)
The just due of beauty is our observations so we seldom notice it above our heads
In spaces
Voices and deer fern, seeds smaller than grapes growing to house the words and songs of an ecosystem
I’m drawn to these stories waiting to be told
To be acknowledged across crooked lines and colors, vines and railroad tracks
The ghosts of forgotten histories anchored in the ground and rooted in the architecture of an Antebellum South
Or a Lake County, swamps, encroaching Spanish moss , conquering weights, sands and soils deeply mixed to cave in a basement like a sinkhole
And I’m drawn deeper
Down through some fossil pathed corridor
A spectrum of green
Cohorts of electrons, neutrons and protons playing with light and time
Clumps, gatherings, groupings and magnetism
Attempting freedom across barriers, borders and spaces in between
I’m drawn to observing them
To slow down
To congregate these atoms of my attention to a breath
Here.
Now,
just a little bit on this land.
Horseflesh mahogany (Lysiloma Sabicu)
Atlas of Florida Plants (Institute for systematic Botany)
-Stayed tuned for what’s next…
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