Poem: Parse it out, parcel it up

Parse it out, parcel it up

Bird chirp stomata are responsible,

most people don't know,

for the opening number.

This is nature's call to prayer––a floral alarm, 

the chirping stimulates

petals to unfurl and reveal their pointed pistons

prime for pollination.

Bees magnetized by the perfume,

hypnotically lured toward the object of desire.

Bulls eye. Birdsong perpetuates a cycle.

Whalesong spins the earth, along the way

forming waves in the water.

Ripples at the shores of land

sculpt mountains in one whale’s lifetime.

Long living whales coordinate quests

deep among the mariana trench 

shimmering dark crystals oscillate the core of the current

which underscores wavelengths

Changing the frequency of the terran pulse

Increasing the frequency of heat

Owls cultivate binaural beats with their silent wingspan

Streaming in effortless glide-strokes 

owls who in an isochronic pulse

And my heartbeat changes and this is a love poem

About how you jazz the rhythm of my heart and brain 

Uptown funky town it up

And my eyes widen into barn owl eyes and i can hear your every electric pulsing thought

Thinking that ruffles my underarm feathers

Tickle my spirit, mind, our heads nuzzle together

But the birds and the flowers and the bees have long known the dance we’re dancing 

(there is a nepenthe-like quality to the way we unionize)

my mudras are in a swirl for the flowers in your eyes

This is as close to priesthood and nunnery and god for one who does not don the cloth 

Closer even, maybe, to the light because every day it reflects in your irises and again there is a bloom fluttering, night carries to daybreak, and i am continuously dawned on by your bright sunshine song