Path

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 
energetic proximity.

I was hypnotized
into the pinnate capillaries of each leaf, branch, stream and blossom.

       ~drunk~

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.