Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Aldous Huxley meets John Muir.

Sea Change

A sea change in observation,
honed perception notes the tin-type-photo quality of light
shrouding, encircling a familiar swath of forest.

My own body transfiguring,
torso to trunk, bones to roots, limbs to branches,
skin to bark, flesh to pulp.

Face tilted skyward, arms spanning beyond their ambit,
illumed by the same stannic lantern's lambent glow
filtering through treetops I espy.

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