Entering thoughtspace on vectors
Tagential to the epiphinal plane
Attacking thoughts
Linking to wrong branches,
Sucker shoots with no roots,
Sucking sap ‘neath the graft
From the Nemaguard root, which
Only guards against worms.
Some while ago,In the low yard, a squirrel
Dropped a withered peach
On a hole the lizard died in one winter past,
Where flowing top soil fans fill
Abandoned dens,
As winters melt away.
Sprung late last summer to greet
The invaders from up there and
Prosper through the winter
Of discontent made bitter
In the other’s silent spring,
Rooting well the future tree to be,
A wild peach.
Look west, I see an almond tree acting a vine,
Against a wall, espelliered,
Fruit and flower sunside,
Matted spider’s traps and rat’s nests
Against the wall prosper in the dark,
Spelling, chanting in the zephyr,
Mold and rot,
Not that new may rise
But that living dies.
Whose garden is this? I suppose,
His who claims the horizon
That I see.
But this espelliered shrub
Could be a tree, if this garden
Were possessed by me, why I’d
Snip a good budded branch from
That almond nailed to the wall, and stick it
On yon peach sprout just peeking out,
From that seed the squirrel dropped on
The old black lizard’s door in the ground.
Snipped and trimmed, slipped right in
A tiny cut where the peach’s plan
Would have sent forth a multi-fractled
Fruiting trunk,
Mine shall grow
The rod of an almond tree.
The almond branch I set free to be a tree
Shall witness the espell-ed family cling to the wall,
Half dead on the shadow side, choked
By fruitless green ivy finding an easy way,
For centuries or until the wall
Crumbles from within sooner, while
In my yard, bearing fruit on a foreign root
From the very same family of living things,
The almond rod God budded should
remain
Rooted in the First Thought Family of
Fruits with alchemical seeds for
Healing nations and tribes,
As if this were the plan all along.
Dare, look the other way,
From the almond tree, east
See our sun pinned to the
Firmament in your mind, as,
From the shadow the whole world turns,
An unbelievable feat, into dawn.
Stand here and see my horizon.
