I heard impish wood-nymphs calling---
Drawn to their harmonic lightning, I followed.
They permitted me to play in this goose-flesh,
ride-hitching by song, wit, daydream and
I was hypnotized
into the pinnate capillaries of each leaf, branch, stream and blossom.
on the wafting honeysuckle same as the funk of pear blossom.
Yearning to live in every dingy delta, forest and swamp.
so-entranced by grotesque lichen and fetid fungus
I kept on.
Waiting for the place with well-honed-claw-hooks to pluck me into the bog of eternal cosmos.
My path banal as the texture of river stones.