Mind agile as a Cappuchian, its tail
gripped around a jungle branch, until
the stretch and twist, the growing long
left and right, the right and wrong of brains
and other such things, grooved and split.
like dark-eyed oxen in the field,
pulling in the same direction
to lighten the load,
like ebony and ivory, flat and sharp,
that press into melody, like a zebra’s
camouflage, shadow and shine.
In the welcome shell of silence,
broken open by breath,
a bird of paradise blooms,
singing the yellow sun to sleep
on a pillow of cloud.