The Forest Dwellers Diary
2. My Gods
I, in my way, am a god
For I am a multitude
Godlike I stroll through the forest
The lizards dash into the bushes
I set my snares and bless the worlds abundance
I take what I wish
And give back what I will.
Is that not the way of the gods?
Every evening I walk through the twilight
First tiny and pink, with blue eyes, wide as an ocean,
Then golden, growing larger, inking
Its presence around me until
My thoughts are tar pit fossils
And it absorbs me into its loins
At night I crawl through the forest
With the worms and the ticks
And feel the vegetation sweat
When the goddess enters me,
I dive into the humidity
Of the lagoon, lungs wide and wet
Or squirm up the canal
Into the citys pipes and tanks
Is this not immortality?
If you've any comments on this poem, Alex
Sager would be pleased to
hear from you.