This poem was written by Blake More and was recorded live with Berkeley, CA based ensemble Silent Motif. It appeared on the album, Silent Motif – Conference of the Poets.

This poem was written on a spring day, literally after a fit of cartwheels in the bright green grass. I felt so alive in the spinning of the earth, as if i could feel the orbit within me and the only way to express it was with cartwheels, which then gave me this poem.

skyeye

after a fit of cartwheels

I tumble onto our meadow

the twilight expanse wobbles

drawing my eyes along edges of the cobalt net

that keeps me from flying into black

I watch an invisible wheel etch diamonds

into patterns along memories

fed by the born and dying

the poets and insane

I long to pull the gleaming shards

into an unbroken blanket of light

sleep in brilliance until I wake up dreaming

my story merged so only volumes of breath remain

this body is a prison, it is a temple

I cannot keep myself away

from longing for warm hands

and the far away sky that looks at you

the way it looks at me

my hunger sticks to everything

like lily pollen in the wings of hummingbirds

I was home sick yesterday

vulnerable, like always

begging for answers

then today came, I remembered

cracks in the surges of mystery

how to step in between

and buy bananas and avocados

jupiter hovers above scorpio, blue and big

pale spiral silent alongside

reminding that it is me who taunts

tortures with relentless restlessness

the need to know

greater than the need for love

but how do the star filled legs see me

do they know I long

to throw my body

into the river of light

swim their mysterious depths

until questions no longer matter

only the ledges of my mind

keep me here

stop me from lifting out of this body

unspooling my soul

into the coil

a star darts across the black

and I give in, willing

never too sure, dazed

but not confused

how far, how close

can I get

and still remain?

blake more