The Roaming Of My Thoughts, The Heavy Snake Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The roaming of my thoughts, the heavy snake
That crawls diligent
Into the dark-green foliage
While the pale languid moon overlooks

And then the zoo.
For there is a zoo
Where animals do not roam alone
But thoughts thunder like peals
Of thunder from among the trees
The finger of utter light
Barely comes from the thick foliage to the eye
And then after the seconds flash
A stillness.

And then the lines, the poetry lines
Ooze out, but ooze out slowly, slowly,
Like cider coming from the lazy press
In Spanish afternoons of tepid suns
And dreams warm in Spanish wine and song
Longer than the thunder-peal they stay
But go
But go
Just as the thunder-peal, just as the thunder peal.

And thus poetry and lines
Come out fragmented
Like a broken pitcher
They do not soar or sing
But lie despondent.