I feel the world
And it’s letting me in
Like rainstorms form rivers
Melting spring snow
Sun bleaches bone
Wild fire ashes and opening pinecone
Sleep evades
It’s both too early and too late
I feel the world wake
Hip shake
Earth quake
I feel the world wake
Tremors inside my inner thigh
My inner thought
My inner light
It stirs that sound
That sound
The one you never heard
But always knew
Coursing through
The world
Uncoiling its snake self
Slow slither and hiss
Come hither it said
Come into yourself
I feel the world
And it’s letting me in-hale
Hatching seed, chick, and silk worm
I feel the world
Exhale
Mist and moonshine
Melon rind and vine ripened grape
Both too early and too late
I feel the world
It wants to dance
Seamless
Between body and sound
We are solid but move fluid
Liquefaction
Contraction
The waters break
I am born
Again
Still
Dancing
Too early
And too late
I hear the world
The original sound
From when the world unwound
Found itself in its own sequence of sun circles
Orbit moon and gas giants
Singing
All singing
Come into yourself
So I return to the blood rhythm
Pulse
Iron and oxygen
I come into myself
Deep, deep
Into myself
And I feel the world
Wake
Verbal Vol.1 is a Blasted Tree anthology of spoken word poetry.
Cover Image by Kyle Flemmer