WONDER MAY

Wonder may
wind up and unravel
the cords and chains
of Direction
how we sit with fore and aft
squished into mass
between the platter of sky
and bowl of earth
shaped inexorably into surfaces and contours
inside and out.

Wonder may
bring me to my knees
welding the bone to rock
the way the soft bits mould around the hard
brim with sinew and nerve
the rivers of blood and watery swamps
DNA, stem cells, O2
and the Mind behind it
impregnate and flush with every sort of alien form
self propelled and interactive
- intelligent, even.

Wonder may
sing in my gut
chaffing the interface
between the bliss and horror
that pirouette and swirl
in every cell and synapse
hand in holy hand, shouting
Fools! We are sacramentally united by divine decree!
How else could duality work?

Wonder may
rise like a tide
and ride the eerie geometries of invention
at that intrepid moot point
where things begin.
How did they?
What propelled them out of the Void
randomly, by chance?
-some fat chance, that!
And once begun
twirling on that dire treadmill
no way out or off!
aching for nothingness
the egg of un-being.
All the talk of process and purpose
of reducing it to equations of sense
but extempore! - a fruitless option.