My intrepid Hunter scrapes and probes the page for meaning
Whirling circle scrawls bear the intangible, germinal essence—
The cosmic genesis of living’s snail trails, white-water blurs,
And whisper-veiled spirits.
With rhythmic impulse he attempts the sun bright wisdom of the Lascoux ancients,
Culling a delicate frenzy, he blindly stabs at the point, the end, the result,
But never fails to overlook the now, the moment, the here, the subtle rose petal curl.
My Hunter flies fancifully through deep, forested root-tangles,
Through the fast cool and crash of high, mountain, glacier streams
And rounds on the soft, quiet swirls of desert dune sand,
My Hunter seeks the basic underneath, dissecting the layers of reluctant tissue
With scuttling pen, not painful scalpel
And in that bumbling, stumbling hunt,
The spiral becomes Jetty.
|All Writings and Images Copyright © Court Bennett 2010
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