to wander
and wandering discover
flash floods inspire the brief luminosity of remembrance
the pulled back peel of a new and growing onion
salty ocean, salty tears
a memory of cascading water, the heaviness of clarity as it douses the fire
inside is taste, touch, memory, resistance
a close shave and the deceptive simplicity of smoothness
I am wandering through seas of hidden complexities
in search of caves of long departed necessities
what are these things? memories?
are they waves upon a tranquil ocean?
or stillness beneath the surface of the meniscus?
are they tulips in an open field?
or beaten down, wavering cobblestone streets?
I am wandering and the wanderer discovers
the mirrordom of nature, natural.
and in this brief luminosity of remembrance a tiny speck of soul
and the souls desires and the body's yearnings
and the mistaken moments between neath and under
the fallen fall out shelters of long forgotten, misappropriated memory
that has transformed itself into meaning
to wander,
and wandering discover
that layers of onion obscure the ocean floor.
