rockart Poetry (5)

THE FOREST TURTLE, METHODICAL,
ALWAYS MOVING ALWAYS WATCHING AND AWARE OF ITS SURROUNDINGS.
FOR IT PLAYS A ROLL IN THE LIFE OF THE FOREST.
BETWEEN THE EARTH AND THE LEAVES IS A WORLD OF IT OWN.
AND THIS IS WHERE IT LIVES.
IT FEEDS ON THE BREATH OF THE EARTH AND EXHALES THE LIFE OF ALL MANKIND. WHEN A TURTLE PASSES ON IN THE LAST FEW MOMENTS OF IT LIFE IT GIVES BACK WHAT IT HAS TAKEN,
IT SELF,
AND THE CHAIN IS NEVER BROKEN...

I walk across the pasture and from a distance I can fell it. Feeding me is the snake. Like veins filled with the blood of knowing. And it tells me of the coming journey. From a time that has no beginning and well go past the horizons.

Boots
Cords for laces
One slightly ajar from the other
Old socks curled around them
Like a lover keeping another warm

Kakis soled and damp from the privies day
Lay tired next to the fire
Holding the smaller
Keeping them dry

The morning due is gleaming
In the days birth

The breeze has know difficulty
Easing its way up the small valley

We hade found one another
In the wash of the moon light

June 15 2009 11:00 pm
By: SRS

The day has cast shadows that hold no image
Out my window I can see them coming
Across the bottom land they walk
Speaking to me in a language I have heard in my mind sense before my time
I tell mother that they are here
She smiles and says
Supper is ready.

Waking in a world that is so diminutive
I can see the back of my skull and in this I know how vast it is
So I fly for a while
Like an angel with a broken wing
Not knowing if I am going to hit the earth or not
But where have I gone
Nowhere!
I can’t seem to get the altitude I need to leave my world
Like a wall that is endless with no soil for its beginning and no sky to give it a place to end
Then it happens the obstacle is dissolving away evaporating and becoming the world I see
So I continue
My wing becomes better but the pain is still their.
I drift
Or at least it seems to me I have no direction
Then I see in the distance the lighting that walks
But what direction is this
If I can see the back of my head
The back of my mind
Then doesn’t that mean that there is only won direction.
I realize that this is true of all things in all worlds
I let it come to me and me to it
We become the center and in the center is the fixed and in the fixed there is nothing
In The nothing
There is the beginning.