These wild women keep coming
and today the meditation seemed
to say the listener.
I couldn’t get the thought of a container
to hold what we hear so we don’t lose
it out of my mind and so there is a container
of sorts here on the page.
There is something elemental about
making these collage faces, details
stripped down to simple shapes
almost nameless as if the personality
didn’t matter and it turns out that
more personality appears the
less I worry about it.
Ideas spilling out of the brain,
electrical impulses recording
sound in a box, is Gene Wilder
lurking around anywhere,
ah Dr. Frankenstein!
At least there is an
herbal infusion to calm the nerves.