Not A Single Thing Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

Not A Single Thing



Not a single thing could comprise
The secret geography of this body
Limbs stretching close alive
Hands weaving the lines fingers apart
The head bountiful pillowed
And the beating beating of its heart
Not a single thing to account for
The rhythm of the footsteps
A horror vacui sealed in each step
Feet silent directions bespoken by the sand
The sand dust of eternal walks
Through the mind in the mind
Head caput over heading horizons crowns
Or silver coins of the Moons engraved
Deeply cut into the doors of the night sky
I waited there long enough to learn
Not a single thing can totally define
The lenghts of the smile on the lips then dry
Before the blue was taken away
Into the sunrise red and the ocean
Torrent mind reached for another embrace
Shower spells of the wishing well waters
Dipped a forefinger to stir a ripple to circle inside
In wild wet circles where all wishes lent
A beautiful colour to once broken sides
Four-cornered spaces geometrically divine
Symmetry silent perfect shapeful something
That wanted to call my name
In the name of peace a final spell of sunshine to feed
When the world thought there was nothing else nothing more to say
It smiled secretly enough to know
There's not a single thing that an eartlhy milked path
Could any longer fluctuate in those breasts
Not a single thing could be brought out of its womb
Without being full lungs alive
Nothing
Not a single word
Not a single colour of the beautifully created soil
Could reach the richness of this body
Stretching hand horizons heart
Building stepping stones for the feet to fly
Weaving locks of hair set loose
Hooked on the heavens above

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