What does this poem have to do with nature. Well, as Albert Einstein said:
“The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science.”
The photo is of wild onion, which seems to me to be a mystery in itself.
I am an escapee from the Old One’s bleeding jaws,
An Indian in the boat of Seth.
Afloat on red glee trickling down the barren leg of the world,
Into a strange and burnt land.
I am an egg with yawing jaws
Bit at by spitting beasts,
A stupid thing where tears won’t dry.
I am an emptiness left to die,
A swollen whore without legs,
What’s left when you close your eyes.
I am what was when red was red,
When hands had fingers in the moon’s soft light
And numbers waited in line.
I am the yes, you are the no,
We are the wonders from below..