Mimick Poem by moon batchelder

Mimick



laying in the sun all morning
mimicking a cat;
what could be the harm in
guileless idylls such as that?
touching flesh to earth, - both naked,
continuity!
an ontological pursuit
almost, - with all of me!

my thoughts, my sudden meditations
mimicking the light;
my bodily sensations all
a lineage recite
of one-ness known. - no separation
Life and I between.
laying in the sun all day, just
mirroring the scene.

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moon batchelder

moon batchelder

bemidji, minnesota
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