Biophilia

Poetry is motion    
Words creeping and stalking      
Like a gray heron in the shallow waters of a pond      
Language running down a dreary wet street at night after rain      
Poetry becomes the observer’s eye      
Capturing movement for the reader to witness      
It offers an illusion where expectations are defied      
Poetry is an aesthetic surprise for the reader not paying full attention      
And not looking for the unexpected      
The reader becomes a travel companion, an adventurer      
An explorer looking for an evolutionary advantage      
Adding the dimension of time and searching for descendants      
The ancestry of poetic history in the story      
The poem in revolt of nature through metamorphosis      
Magically imaginative with one thing changing into something else      
The language grasping more and more to capture attention      
To gain an emotional response      
The poet developing new ways of thinking about familiar objects      
Which belong to another moment in our understanding      
In a world of spirits to see whether the reader will remain the same      
Or change into something different      
With a new sensory experience      
While everything changes around us      
The poet’s narration being the only constant      
It contradicts every instinct      
That we must go near something so strange to us      
Visiting a universe that is as real as ours      
The poet’s imagination providing words      
To make meaning and offers sensations to the reader      
The joy of the mystery and escaping this world through the poem      
We chase the poem expecting to see the preconceived      
But in chasing shadows of words we instead find      
A fieldstone, a bird, a lizard,      
A diamond, an ibex or even a red herring