(after Bobby Steve Baker’s                   To be in
 Rhinencephphalon #23)               the moment
                                                            is the miracle
                                                                         – Osho

…to be a dog
to rest on the screened-in porch
  and, bugless, watch the slant of light
  from the June 1st sky through the wire grid
rid myself of myself
dream-smell rabbits and empty guns
listen to the pulse of bullfrogs
lick salt from wound of world

…to be a simple soul
to find myself in a basket in the bulrushes
  held by children and nursed by mammals
  who know the stars and not their names
…to be blank to wisdom  
alive outside the common sense