Wild, Weary and Winged
Wild, Weary and Winged
Ahhh the morning is here
Wild you are
Arising with tangled hair and spider web dreams
Covers removed
The cold floor
The blinding lights
The sounds from the window, hiways, country roads, streetcars, train tracks, subways
Rumblings from your window
Wild though you remain
In your dreaming at the mirror
Noticing
Sparkling supernovas shattering color through the mirror
Noticing
Your weary galactic gaze
Dark out still
Wild
You notice
Wings
Sharp and iridescent lifting from your shoulder blades
You see your galactic gaze, supernovas lit in the heart of the Multiverse
You see your wings, iridescent silver ivory grown in the dream of the mind
Notice
How wild you truly be
An animal, a spirit
Awake, wild, weary and winged
Dressing, clothes from the wardrobe, the closet, the drawer
Wild, your hair getting combed
Wild, your body being wrapped
Weary and winged, your feathers pinned behind the shoulder blades
Shaking your head, pushing shut the wardrobe doors
Opening the oak panels once more
Supernovas shut tight, dimmed by the still hanging night
Opening the supernovas, wishing to see Narnia behind the doors
Nothing
Clothes
Worn
Wrinkled
Conventional
Sighing
The feathers flutter behind you
You notice something thumping, dancing
A tail
Light agile, golden
A tail swings
Pleased by your nakedness
By the iridescent glowing silver from behind your back
Spreading wings out across the small room
Filling the dark small room
The morning hushing pink shrouded blue beams over the hilltops
Over the chimneys
Over the tenements
Above the downtown bars and uptown alleyways and midtown office buildings
Humph!
Your step resounding, fury and bashful delight
Body nude starborn invincible
With golden furred tail
With iridescent silver wingspan
With tangled mane
With supernovas clear pure bursting forth galactic gaze
Wild, weary and winged
You step out in the garden
Human
Angel
God and Goddess
Wild, weary and winged
You abandon the clothes, the shoes, the combed hair, the jacket, the gloves, the socks
You retreat your duty to suffer the racing heart-throbbing business
And job, menial task, subservient position, obsequious role
You renounce the culture irresponsible turning the world into cement, plastic, pollution piles
You renounce meaningless work, you feel the sun cresting the night
Dawn
On your body
A slight smile, lips parted, cheeks flushed, supernovas lit expanded popping new
The golden swaying tail light and balancing
The iridescent silver wings wind stoked and glowing
The halo head of messy tangled flower field hair crowning your being alive and
You know
That something
Is there
for you
in the world
This morning
Something
Wild, weary and winged.
