There are truths that dangle in the
minds of men,
Or, rather, in the jungles of the minds
of men,
Hidden and nurtured in the dark and
steamy warmth
Amid the calls of splendorous dream-colored
birds
And above the fluid growth of undergrowth
Exploding quietly from the shadowed
ground.
Wild erratic splashes and drips of
sunlight
Pierce the dense verdure to fall upon,
variously,
The decomposing corpses and poignantly
sweet fruits
Of the truths that dangle from the
heights, in the depths,
Of the minds of men.
..
The glimmering shafts of sunlight pick
out here a dream,
There a nut, there and there and there,
fears --
And the dark face of mortality leers
terribly from the shadows,
vanishing in a swirl of jeweled feathers.
Mysteries like hidden temples fill
the jungles of the mind.
Shafts of sunlight, memories and dreams,
Pick them out and cast them into our
midnight tremblings
To make us start and wonder.
1996
Copyright 1997 by Jennifer Kohl. All rights reserved.
