What are we?
Where is the human body ranked
among life forms?
Darwin's miracle or God's,
A sentient apex predator
Our strength, our glory,
beauty of our varied topographies
So much pleasure
in touching skin smooth as desert dunes
in climbing Mount Everest
in oyster beds between swaying limbs
the daily revolutions of our orbits
and the devouring of matter
But this homo sapien holds a deeper universe
in the unfolding of mandalas between the ears
in the uncharted, unseen cerebral frontier
a destination worthy of Star Trek wanderings.
I am a planetary body.
I am made of astral dust, extruding clay.
I am this tectonic shifting of a woman's pelvis
feminine tides becoming other
the restless ocean under the navel
the microscopic orgies of digestion
tributaries of iron.
I am an ecosystem.
Gentle forests have been planted by someone
in the sedimentary layers of my skin.
There is singing in the branches of my lungs.
My vegetable stem roots down,
I grow like a tree.
Dear brave explorer with you scalpel, your microscope,
before you brave these dark interior jungles,
You have not yet unearthed the last of my wonders,
or caught my lightning thoughts in a bottle,
or unraveled the terrible reverberations of love
from within my thundering heart.
Someone snapped this photo of me in high school, painting the cafeteria windows. If you look closely you can see that it was Egyptian themed- don't know why.
While doing research for page composition, I found these great illustrations. (I believe they are mostly watercolor and oil paint.)
- People of Twelve Hundred Winters?
-Wizard of Oz
-Desmond and the Very Mean Word
Deep thinker, Problem solver, Illustrator, Photographer, Cyclist, Literature buff, Anthropology nerd, and Science fiction geek.