An Everywhen: A Poem

Expanding inwardly, 

creating more space for the generative darkness.

An inhalation that opens the interior

– in-held breath – 

so there is (no longer) an exterior – 

only self, whole.

Bird-self, tree-souled, 

a bow to the Others who 

make me.

Yellow wattle shining in afternoon light, 

gold-lit green fierceness at midwinter. 

The same yellow in the lemons, 

round-bright and sweet with sour.

I write from myself and for myself, 

from what is not myself, 

to be more truly myself

– transparent – 

cutting through illusion to the real: 

tree, sunlight, breeze, bird.

Rainbow lorikeets, faster than 

my eye can follow, 

entering me with their feather-selfs, 

opening me to what I am not, and to

the interplay of complements without hierarchy.

Relishing this place, this 

everywhen – for I am,

now, I am; 

will not be, one day; 

have not been, before –

but now – NOW – 

I am – 

and the earth embraces me, 

one small molecule of 

her curvaceous flesh.

(July 2017)