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
awe-inspired
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
