heike mcnaughton

The continuity of my components
Reveals a history
Neither chronological
Nor horizontal
But composed of unconjugated emotions
Buried deep into earth
Cradling me
In an eternal community
My eyes open
I bear witness to a heaving world
I stand
In a temple of trees
I see undulating arcs
Of understanding
The outstretched arms of my brothers
Their golden hair
Burns beneath a distant spring
Of boiling yellow
The music
Of divinity
Envelops me
The air
Seasoned with cool
Breathes me
Burns me out
Lights me up
Never pausing
To think
Twice