CONK

all creatures are born through deep air or deep water not knowing how to grow or be seen the shallowness of the membrane separates matter from its context a bud mimics the ecstasy of sun to return its favour resemblances are sympathetic: the flowering body of a fungus, on trees is delightfully called a conk* the future, cradling a fresh there-ness nourishes the eyes with a pearly field of nothing a drop, waiting for a lizard to slink away promising its tail to somebody who noticed it the split second that decided its fate a dewdrop so heavy you know it’s the sky embodied a berry becomes the body of its blossom “you ate!” says the comment to the late summer’s field a paganistic prayer sounds over the landscape Care Orbits the Never Known what you answer is: i know this planet from somewhere --- *meaning, in some vernacular, an ear