#2051 - I like to have no idea at all

 

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12.viii.25

I like to have no idea at all

for wise surprise

 

blank mind, blank heart

mere unintending 

thus to embrace the ways of wonder

wake clear blue to blank heavens

 

knowing a path was made to be here

the head high grass, the scrub come through

 

these all such accidents before mine

it grows over, we all do

 

the way a clock will track through time

lips moist a pout to part

 

as pawprints in mud

as a beach incised to wash

 

not allowing the word to form

holding it at breath’s bait

 

does garden think ‘which way today?’

it’s all up with the trees

 

by hoof, by claw, it’s creature me

to leave least signs

 

they’ll say

‘this came into a heart, a head’

 

 else silence – that’s the greatest part

my greatest part to play

 

I love to not know which of all paths

and whether it’s yes or maybe

 

should someone sniff these entrails later

that’s all well and good

 

does the sun decide?

it’s bigger than that, I believe

 

here’s one of those hopping spiders

a desk traverser, tome to tome

 

it’s hunting in sunlight and in shade

each leap through unrecorded time

 

but that I’m just here, the same

to catch the light, to shine             

 

that’s the way

surely, you’ll see

 

as chimney points a sky

so I’ll know the way to go