early morning octopus porch

Everything is here and willing itself like an octopus out from the porch

between the stiff strong square wooden beams

out into the cool night where the sweet old air is dropping and swirling into heaven

gusting up on the smoke from the chimney (otherwise it might not get up there)

not all the way

because smells are really important

and the smell of the charred flesh of my own nostrils?

Well,

that's a story for another forest fire

and everybody knows this is what's going down, islands in crete notwithstanding.

And certain hidey holes of centaurs and ghosts in the boboli gardens perhaps,

and the insides of stones where the little people live

and is this hopeful thinking because it's very, very painful to be hopeful

inthe corner of my jaw

ok so it's just for me

save me

i beg you

keep on talking to me

keep on saving me

i took my eyeball back

my little baby snail-eyes and one was all stuffed in

but i got it back out

, me

from my mom and dad

they brought me, me

and i coaxed it out?

And it was a different shade of blue

like lavender-blue

i was glad to retrieve it

felt it like a victory, like it had been stuffed in, taken.

I understand now but it is painful

and what is spirituality and compassion and boundarylessness

once the boundaries have been seen, and the crossings have been seen

and all of it has been seen

trying to find answers isn't my perogative

i just explore the mystery with you. I'm just a person someone can hire

to talk to for an hour

who will look at an image of the sky at the moment of their birth in relation to the earth

and tell them a few things that seem likely

but really it's just a big question

and a few sketches of energetic potential

strong energetic potential

and for me what is set in stone is my business