Least Read Poems About NaPoWriMo2019

Most mornings, the pinched pointer
and thumb opens slowly, stutters
as blinks, relapses.

Rise the pointer and thumb, both curved,
move past the arm, the horizon.

Two pointers and thumbs, both curved
deign the placement of a lake, but first
stress water.

This also denotes the moon, first
framing the face and moving it
above your head. We put ourselves there.

And you move it towards you, as a setting
for a plate. Eat

Awaken, rise, view, eat. A circle-shaped seeing.

A train zooms by- set...

There is something elemental
in telepathy,  
    something that returns to how man watched  
            the fire in the shelter of a dark place and  
pointed to his own lungs  
conjuring conjunction.  
      This equals that. In-between of sleep. Rewinded  
            connections. Rewards of holes by a red-
crested woodpecker.  
This transient place of repair and  
      removing bugs. Even knowing all this,
            I am reluctant to close my eyes and drop
the track of germination,  
even back then,
  ...

I ring them into the digits
made for pressing eyes, for touch
     avows to mold an
  earthside
vision, in how I parse the effect
  and cause of what makes the turtle
      abandon its log, the
  clouded
water plops a three-
  dimensional sound of murk
     straight above as its
  shell
is blanketed of depths, can’t help think
  the water is what I breathe, as
     movement is everything
  there.

And the sky high-
  lights the ascension of what is
     thrown up, displaced, ...

The festivities beckon us to linger,  
under starlight, whether it’s cyan      
or a royal blackness, which remains-    
seen or not. In this kitchen      
brightness, designed to make sure      
a finger avoids the blade, this is why      
we, too, assemble in this very      
receptacle of pollen and lean      
away from each other      
as we fling our words, and loiter      
until we reincarnate as sharp      
beacons. Overhead are the planes,      
and in the overhead is a translucent      
sheet marked of...