slow power

I sit, sensitised
I stand, I walk up
the hill and my hand
tingles where the air kisses it
I am always seeking
      something but today
I wait for it to meet me -
  and it does not take long.


The lichen.
   Symbiotic poetic
   cross-collaboration cell
   integration performance
   a way
      for both of us
         to survive


the body bursting
      from the dirt
      in slow power
      lifting rocks and forcing
      the compacted matter
      aside, away, to display
the efforts of decay
   Continuum
being nourished by the dead
emerging in the autumn
performing the all-time (long-time)
heavyweight champion


the rush and swirl of
   the unhushed world,
      oceanic traffic distances
      being-becoming
      entangled in birdsong
      softly, gently,
      the aircraft rumble in cloudscape meeting rock and scrape crunch step by step and step
here
  to stand, here
  to breathe
     the ridge and


the world
   has heard this
        story before


the world has heard this
      story before it is a
   love story,
                remember?


it is desire
      the desire to exist
             to feel
                    to be
in cross-collaboration
         in sympoetic elation
    symphonic dégustation
to taste the possible
                     combinations


pair me, love meet me
      here I am
            listening,
                my glands
                     activating
   my spirit salivating
I have room
       and room
           and room
     for you -


this dirt become wood become lichen-carrier
rock crumbled pigmenting sap infinite drip
star infinite map slipping
between my organs listen the many-called organism glistens
ready for the infinite potential of
             dreaming -


I am sensitised.
      slow, slow fast
the pace of
           the living.


I am buffeted, there are waves, there are ways to swim and float and thrash and drown and dive, I walk, I sit, I breathe, I dig, I sing it is all here I
   am
     here


each moment
    rustling gently
         against its companions


I    am          here


Thank you for
      being - becoming - rock -
      ground - root - leaf -
      sun - fire     here


I     am        a
          lichen
          fungus
          bird song
          engine
          companion
          collection
               here.