One Right After and on Top of Another

The shaman ducks
artificial swan
and synchronistic crane
placed precisely

make their point
with simple presence

the winding of neck
like an owl
to catch sight
of what just past
in another instant

and humbled
by the realization
that my wisdom
still lacks

and chasing the tail
of one’s own origin
along the spiral

licking wounds
in a cocoon of hibernation

but spring has belted
full throat in song

screech, howl, hoot, belch, rejoice

Forward march
straight into the eye
of future’s simulation

triangulated circle of fire
bull’s-eye trust in truth and love

violet phlox and yellow daffodils
with cherry blossom buds erupting

heralding yet
another moment
in time’s perpetual procession

the hits keep coming
along with the flubs

the focused intentions
and flakey visions

all coiled up in a blessed curse
to loosen my head adrift
in season’s new splendor

Scott Thomas Outlar is a lover of truth and enjoys researching philosophy, psychology, politics, spirituality, and any other facet of consciousness in the pursuit of reaching a higher state of vibration. He also enjoys writing rants, poems, essays, short stories, and prose-fusion screeds covering such subjects. Scott Thomas can be reached at You can also watch and/or subscribe to his YouTube Channel Read other articles by Scott Thomas, or visit Scott Thomas's website.