Knitting Disorders

Knitting Disorders

Isolation

had strengthened his discerning capacities

He began perceiving

the presence of minerals

in the air. Even if scanty

these would trigger physical reactions

unknown to many. Little signs -

the odor of liberated energy, the amount of

saliva under one's tongue, the intensity of sight -

all of them the result of good chemical

cell interaction

Observing the metrics of nature -

twice as strong as stones

and faster, rolling down the cleeves -

certain of solitude

in his safe ground he rested

his reasoning against the humming

shelter of age-hold

trees

During the night came about the surgery

of dreams

and stars, all together

a visceral nebulose

kindling thoughts and definitions –

among these

that of a woman

[ Particularly engaging was the moment she

got her legs split and both parts began

a spinning movement in opposite

directions. She would then

be replaced by a male figure

dressed up in business suit

looking as empty and firm as a castle -

the scene would last

for awhile ]

Being had become a way of listening

not to words but

the sky and trees

the ongoing river underneath

and to the time he believed as part of

the big plan -

and that felt sacredly good

Somehow, all converging into

his chest

in a way he would name:

the flow of possible

presents

And that's how I met him.

© 2017, José Coelho