Allison Bishop "Yearning" (poem)

shake me from this
slow slumbering
cradled walk of
daydreaming death.

I want to thread my hips
through the jarring jungled
magic of so many
light years of everything.

swallow that poison and
press vision into ordinary
moonlit scapes walking
in air symphonies

jump

there is passion up that tree
with the eyes of a hawk
swoop sitting at the edge-
always at the edge.

jump

horse whispers at the dawn
nibbling at pieces of salmon
sky dewed beauty and
buttery crusted lakeshore.

jump.
jump.
jump again.

the mouse is running
and my long flight swings
out over the open field
and my claws grab life.

4/24/06