Throne

Throne


Here I sit at one with myself
The vapid mysteries quelled for the moment
Movement of air surrounds my lobes
Dancing with the pulse of recognition
I label each sound
Birds flutter
Crickets sing
Vehicles hum
Worms placate
Branches cackle
Leaves whisper
Aware that there is more than wind
Coursing through my tepid veins
Looping their way
Around the gates of this esoteric shift of conscience
I have no recourse
Go with it screams the beak
Shifting my weight I score the delight
With lids closed
The images run as wild frames do
Most I've seen
Some lay ahead
The shackles of known limits release
A repetitious being from care
Fear tickles this sensation
Boxed with thought no more
I borrow a woodsman tale
Beginning this chorus
I lie backless with the sky in front
A horn calls furtive with midday attention
Masked from the written history the choice compels me
To continue along a path
Woven with everything touched
By the unabashed desire
For breath knows no ache
Forward I go earthbound in direction
I picture myself
A grizzled being
Bleached by the sun
Lashed with clothing
Wondering how I got here
All the while
A monarch flutes above my heat
Emboldened by the flightless figure below.