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The Sensation of Migration

Be humble as the gleaming pond.
Stretch a calm face over rocks and mud.
Reflect the mighty mount above.

Here comes the duck waddling.
It quacks at a lily pad.
Have it leap on to be dumped.

Send a garter to snap at him.
Entangle his webs for an instant
Make him dip and flip to the side.

Onward ducky. The pond is shallow.
Take off with some muck from below.
Fly and fly and dry your feathers.

What’s that below? A whispering pine.
Let’s perch there and take a snooze.
Can’t get a grip. Must move on.

There it is. The biggest pond!
Can’t see any boundaries!
Gotta rest.

What’s pushing over or under?  
Current above or below.
No it’s inside from top to bottom.

Must go all over the place.
The sun now the moon.
Race pace race pace.

Splash down on your webs.
Quack like you should.
Where is Issy?

Who goosed me?
But I’m a duck! 
Stay in your own pond!

This is exciting. I’m something else!
Heehaw. I’m headed for a crisscross! 
To the right. No the left. Up or down!

You’re buzzing inside. No out!
Am I dying or living?
Be a duck and be proud of it.

Now land on a wave and have some fun.
Ohopsy Daisy whoopsy wavey!
Give me liberty or waffles!

Look at those stars. Glory be!
They’re almost funny!
Scorpions goats gods and goddesses!

I’m coming! There’s a sand crab.
I’m awfully thirsty.
Attention! Order in this place!

Here comes a book.
It’s turning into leaves!
Tee he she! Isn’t that funny!

Next a reflection from on high
or deep down in the middle.
Go back to the pond. Keep a low profile

Now we have the object speaking out.
You have nothing to do with it.
The Eastern Way. It tells you.

Trees don’t talk. They listen.
Grass turns greener in a crowd.
Watch out for the leaks of the greedy.

Face it, The Black Hole’s a mole
in the nose of the universe.
Pick and flick.

Electricity. The Life Force.
Watch a frog’s legs hop.
The miracle of some age.

Wrongheads Unite.
You come from any age.
Such authority amazes.

Into a maze you go.
Next stop Death.
You’re all over.

Same old question.
Same new answers.
It’s over.

Live for the Day.
That’s a slight exaggeration.
You’re an impossibility that wonders.

Published in Poetry