When are words enough? When do they suffice to express
the things inside the gut and inside the mind? Inside the heart.
When taking great care to select them, arrange them, and feel them
swirl around in your throat, slide across the tongue and
exit into the world.
The physical sensations in my body overlap with my emotions
like the boy's outstretched arms grasping at the hen whose explosive
wing pump of liberation cast a shadow monster
on the stucco wall in the bright sun of the southern hemisphere.
Conditional factors can't be hypothesized
we can only watch the bird being gathered back up into the boys retracting arms
or the feathers neaten into a linear vehicle of escape.
for their shadows to fall upon other encounters and
create monsters anew.
