"…the selfish fear of experiencing fear,
the selfish love of the possession of love."
– Wilson Harris, Heartland (1964)
One flinch bare gets every bone false started; then
where are we ? thrown off track. Nothing happens
if you freeze inside your clamour | hardly a night
breath safe till dawn . fastings that harness the day.
Plant happy
who'll jig if their organic mate migrates ? bottom
baiting can you handle shark teeth circles, value
dates.
\ For awhile in the pool someone holds you
up until the fears that keep you listing shed; though
for islands hoping to get noticed molecules will shake;
ocean old cross^ties, groyne tested.
Angles open the gaze pins shelfie
Isabels who can’t help reaching . jars of sugar
cane licks, papi^sticks; ecstatic baby formulas.
^
Nonstop sky disk start^closure, the stars
like residence bulbs | for souls in duct tears only
floaters rainbow^worthy saved.
/ Earth sewn
there’s still the space asteroid streak at play . before
reduced to memory hits we veer away < laptop
lounge ware; your bags, wrinkles.
/ Dive gongs . the neighbours
loud, still at it > there! right in the pocket, balls
ablaze mein Gott in gory . nang walang pagaalin
langan.
– W.W.
OUR SONG OF BOTH SIDES
Like a fox
wanting to cross a frozen river, you halt,
yourself frozen, at its edge, and you listen
for any sound of flowing water, before
deciding whether you want to take the risk.
The rushing stream you may hear is your own blood’s,
and the quackgrass, cockatoo or lime you see
are your own dreams of every blade, wing or branch
that has ever been created by the stars
of your eyes linking their light to that of suns
of sleepwalking days and of high-flying sleep
………………………………………………
(from “Readiness” by Brian Chan, 2013)
FARJOURNEY CARIBBEAN 