Discovering by Mike Jenkins

Horizontal dancing

to the sound

of the spinning earth –

vulnerable as

a frantic fly

yet ready to burst

from the house’s pod.


With you, we dicover


that logic’s

data banks

had tried to process

into the pure expression.


Paper flaps like giant ferns

and there is a cave

in the corner of the room.

It is possible

to pick up

shards of shadows

to make into tools.


And when your hunger-screams

fly in the primeval forest

they are

half-lizard, half-bird.


by Mike Jenkins

from Empire of Smoke