Poetry

My passion has been opened
cracked, like a coconut
or
like bees
swarming and gathering
fanatical, excited, coalescencing,
or
like the swoop and dive
of a flock of blackbirds
down
and around the the winter colored greenishness
of the millpond
or
like a can
(say of tuna)
prosaically grabbed and opened,
to be drained -
meant as nourishment, supplement.

Mored to an internal rhythm
that propels to a single source.

For me; different then them, yes -

it's you.