Poems and Prose #142 - Embroidery

The raindrop quivers
as it descends,
its molecules
being jostled
by the very air
it bends.

A transparent blade of grass,
this globule subtly spins,
an army with it marching,
remarkably,
just as a distant,
disembodied hand intends.

Poems and Prose #141 - Vapors

I grab a stick
and poke the bloated corpse,
foul stenches lingering.

The lack of reflex
reassures me that
I'm in this fog alone.

Frogs and crickets sing an aria,
and I extend my arm,
reaching for the nearest tree.

Poems and Prose #140 - Transparent

Everywhere,
I feel air,
against my skin,
against my hair,
behind me here
and over there,
prodding existential cares
baser than
the hows and wheres
that suffocate
when it's too spare
and spread like cancer
when it flares.

Poems and Prose #139 - Snorkel

Sucking air
through a straw,
I dangle
just beneath the surface,
reality morphed
by undulations.

My arms grow weak,
and the wavy moon
recedes into
a stage spangled
by stars,
but my lips
just barely tremble.

Poems and Prose #138 - Lithe

Agile feet make
agile legs,
so clever hairs
must make clever heads,
the loner thought,
on the edge of his bed.

Poems and Prose #137 - Sextant

Willing freely my success,
I consider what comes next,
so that I can choose what's best,
and allow weaker wills to have what's left.