The Dog's Good Eye
Now that I've rooted out all of you,
(your sounds fingers scents)
rooted out the smirk of moon
and smack of sun
I am free, free
skulking in silence and dark
no pulling, stretching me like taffy
for the cracking and consuming
no longer niche for endless
disappointment, need.
The underbellies of leaves
speak now –
slits of light in the withered fence
timid neglected corners,
the dog's good eye.
Fledglings nest in my brain.
The wind is clover.
Rain gushes into me like
a thousand droplets
of lover.
I am a rock
that glints in the sun
happy with rockness
a star happy with starness
dust with dust in dust as dust.
The heavens adopt me
like an animal not their kin.
I am baptized
in the bludgeon of inner child,
that darling yes-thing.
Release is sweet
Like her blood.
