My poems of this morning -
The Meeting
Ah,
awe -
the starting point of consciousness
where the breath comes in
and touches the heart of our lungs
like the hummingbird beak
the place where pistil and stamen meet.
the organ meat.
Tone and bellow,
I’m here and I’m not.
until it waves.
Heed the pony tail
and pig tails
as endings
that straighten,
curl, and braid.
The States of Matter
what now
plain brown
or splattered with spots
like pancake bubbles
waiting to be flipped -
what goes on as the grass
is browsed,
digested,
and converted
to gas,
and still, with all that,
the cow
gives milk
and putters thought like paddies
puddled in mass.