MAN BECOMES

I walk with Mount Lemon and

feel small in my own witness

wandering past ant hills lines of ants

two wide thousands long

coming & going beneath the lonely star

red bodies on fire eyes miniscule

beads of time burning crawling

beneath my vision in the 

midst of Mount Lemon's shadow.

The dance of bats in midnight 

moonlight man becomes a stoking something

else entirely I become an image embraced by water

and light therefore animated with the motion

and rhythm of the living. There are many

ways to make a fist many ways to listen

to the heart's music beating brightly 

torn from my chest by finch feathering 

the fence line three times every hour.

If we are to be anything

let us be this journey. No gods

to ask thanking this one life,

all living beings sustained 

by the natural flow and rhythm

of living breathing vibration, 

clouds passing in the night.

© 2022 Daniel Cyran