This poem describes a process that moves from awareness of myself to the multitude of understandings, the union of all of that, to the precise place where I was at the moment and sensory awareness of myself-that-place. While there have been moments where I've felt overwhelmed, eventually, it becomes more of a choice where to direct one's attention. Profound, exotic, simple, and clean is about the best description of mindful awareness of the present that I have come up with. "Sit" is used as "sitting in meditation". The feeling was that it all fit together just fine. I think I got up to write that poem and then went back out onto the deck to enjoy a beer under the claredendron tree with all of its flowers.
I admit
a complex of understandings,
a simplicity of communion.
Myself, the cat, the wind, the sun,
my guardian claredendron's
shade, and roots, and blossoms
sit.
We speak of things.
We hear of things
profound exotic simple clean
and ancient,
we are
ancient,
in our communion,
we are ancient.
Copyright 2007 Todd Mertz