The Synergist
As a child he discovered
how to assimilate, merge and verge.
His five senses did not become six,
but a number closer to one.
That day, water drooled over mossy stones.
He smelled the splash of foaming atoms,
the explosive opening of water-buds.
He thought to himself -
“I can paint my mind
over the sky as if it were a cave wall,”
A swan rose up, wings clattering,
water ligaments pulling a wingspan
through a Catherine Wheel of sound.
His senses flew together
forming clumps of reality
which seem to him to be new planets,
worlds thrown from the minds of
water voles and frogs.
He thought to himself-
“If I place myself into these little planets,
I can leave my footprints
on running water, or on the air
as if I were a bird made
from the light of a foreign sun."
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2019
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