for a frog


at the surface, two worlds –
whence we came, where to go?

you, of the perfect skin +
eyes of lunar ways
have been delivered from barbaric birth
easy prey/capture
first findings, innocent bindings
transforming
reptile questions
cold blooded.

Whence we came. Remembrance.

but where to go? symbols.

floating, peering half-above
half-below sea level
are tidal chances
water romances
sides of surfaces, yet one body
zone of prey in the hunted
hunting, long slow wait…

my heart beating.

but unlike the frog
hot blooded now,
pumping with a lust and a love
transcending duality,
birthing the great journey
of a first leap
first splash, first ripples sent
to stir surfaces.


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