|Apr/May 2011 Poetry|
Photo by Dorothee Lang
Central Channel Rise
(Note: the Central Channel is the location of the chakras)
Sometimes, when the morning's solar plexus
opens her golden path through the thinning
trees, the red tailbone of traffic woos me.
My tires slap the drizzled pavement's cheek like
the steaming chamois of a zealous barber
beneath the orange navel of heat lamp,
exalted, stinging with newness and damp.
I yearn to shift into the blue throat of
sky, hurtling toward the indigo
idea of day, the crowning violet light