A teary splash settles just before you blink
And an infinite rainbow regress
Surrounds all objecthood
Not a particle at rest
Not a gesture of force but signifies interestingly
Thirsty fills the neural labyrinth with motion
The assertedly living the seemingly inanimate
Sternly prevent inertness
A flux a flow a fluid mingling and separating
Light and more light suffuse matter with energy
Light more than energy
Life more than light
Calling to the past demanding the future
Gathering all movement all into now
That yet continues to move
The trees undulating lofty above the houses
Nestled in the quiet cul-de-sac
A mailbox balancing upon its stolid pillar
Front doors colorful or dull
All reverberate beyond the visible field
A group of dark birds less than a flock
Momentarily staged in the middle height
Their progress arrested by an effort of will
To schematize to render into subjectivity
That reaches out to grasp to reproduce to replicate
To transform to maintain to sample to integrate
To insist in the transformation
Grateful for the sun the clouds the greenery of spring
The warmth of southerly clime southerly breeze
The gay profusion of ephemera
The dwelling places the varied apparatus of transport
The natural and the seeming artificial
And they head into a future
As frenetic as the frozen moment
Frozen only fictively by exertion of consciousness
But no less real for that
And in the middle depth the pavement
Recalled as having marshaled the scintillating points
Like diamonds in its petroleum blackness
Under the streetlight pulsing yellow and cold
But now shimmers with the iridescent lushness
Of wing of tropical bird or lightshow of playful cuttlefish
The freshness the brightness of a dream
Bright as even those anxious dreams of awkward needy presence
Perhaps merely the product of a gestating neuron
But which nevertheless all generations have esteemed as significant
As they have esteemed the constellations as significant
As his youthful majesty the sun has coursed halfway through the Ram
And the lawn its inch of variegated grass
Not grass alone but a metropolis of leaves
The broad the narrow the brown the green the pointed and the clipped
Illuminated like manuscript and transfigured like mystical body
And memory retrieves the circular dewdrops
Nearly circular this being the phenomenal world
And how like the fragment of a tear
And the insects winged and wingless solitary and swarm
The earthworms that emerge and die
Being driven hence by the lifegiving rain
That mingles and separates in drizzles and torrents
As flowering plants seek the stab of lifegiving light
That drops like rain like honey like fluid of many colors
The small mammals that wary forage
And the raptors that swoop to catch them
And the little snake that occasionally rides
Admirable in its self-confidence
And afar an owl new to this range this habitat
Not having chosen the circumstances of its hatching
Calls and answers in daylight and darkness
And vast web of exotic spiders a prism of prisms
Like all they too products of circumstance
As the sunlight pierces and recedes
Where the circular sun or near-circular
This being the phenomenal world
Or rather the phenomenal part of the world
Casts shadow
Crazy irregular teetering between solidity and abyss
And how to conceive of this merely relative absence
Token of disconsolate mood
That hovers like shadow in memory
And like cold unrecognized in science
That knows only degrees of heat
While the vibrant indistinct periphery
Placid in its multitudinous assent
To a consumption that never consumes utterly
A haze nor purple nor blue but heavy metallic green
Lacerated by ultra-violet and infra-red
A plenitude inexhaustible and refreshing
To glimpse to drink a world so impressively dynamic
Caught and cause in an orgy of sensation
Sensory sensuous sensual
A sexy floorshow at an extravagant banquet
A kaleidoscope a circus of spectra
Never a dull moment of sameness
Crowded into the fragment of a tear
Briefly lodged in the ocular oracular organ
And yet change must mean that something changes
And thus that something persists
With astonishing regularity amid the flux
Unless this too is a quirk of fancy
In our brief time and narrow space
But feel the surge of serpentine confidence
Leaves will be leaves
Of grass and trees
And bugs bugs
As far as any eye can see
And outside and beyond and through and through
Numbers will ever generate sum product dividend
The circle will be circle
And good good