A SnakeJust crept out, a single snake scales clad,
from the wood, bringing
its freedom with it, around a dead stump coiled
with a definite rhythm, lidless eyes alert, with
nervous sparks of dew, fangs darting,
seemed to smell the forest breathing.
It was a paler grey with an elongate vine-like
body and glass-slick soft belly. The breeze giving
me a bit of its throbbing,
awoke a feeling in me, it was sharing
my eyes. It hisses into life with a rasping
itself into an integral color and pattern
of the dead bark, but as if now made alive.
Though a frozen sandy light, the reptile, seemed
the focus of life, beauty itself. So much the wonder
of it on you, conscious were you not
that you were thinking.
Despite a brief glimpse, it covered
the day ,the year and all time. It was
not an experience to be stored up in memory, a dead
thing to be kept alive by thought, which is also dying,
it's fully alive
and so cannot not be found among the dead.
Poetry by yoonoos peerbocus
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Written on 2021-12-06 at 07:34
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