I am no monkey god,
but I am hopeful of magnificence
Hanumanasana the body bends in two;
& I am willing to trust that,
under the right desperation,
I someday will leap the canyon;
Not today. Not with leggings on…
Hanuma the monkey god
knows the depth of deception
knows the self can be a cruel adversary.
The monkey god knows not of his deity
only of his body – asana – posed
on the mortal coil. The monkey god
in desperate attempt to make the jump
is magnificent with Hanumanasana;
the body bends in two.
I don’t shy away from silence
we’re different that way… not better
just different. I wouldn’t dare imagine
what bright white you’re hearing
outthere allalone, with your hands
pressed together—little walls
around a universe just small enough
to understand—I am surely mistaken.
We’re different that way, different enough
to quietly agree on smaller things: weather
changes and fresh cut blooms are best
when we are alone in silence I can hear
the unfolding of infinite petals, each
takes a small insignificant breath before
becoming something actual. You hear
I don’t have ears for god.
We’re different that way.
Not better, just different… I’m glad.