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
