Present Dreamt Past

the smell of earth after rain
softly speaks
murmurous..

and the amniotic tranquillity
of being indoors after a thunderstorm
the painting rain re-echoing
windows rolling mercury beads
a jazz beat and form..

wandering alone
sunlight filters through the leaves
present dreamt past..

leaves of lime
filaments in flame flutter translucent
where the serpentine clouds streak silver
the beams glitter gather strobe
yielding rustic shades luminous beneath
ever changing swirl strokes
laconically twirl spiralling mirroring..

motor oil ink-blots polka dot pool
magnify in mini-mouse the milky way rotating
limpid on a dumped car reflector light
wow a convex planetarium
the petri-dish sea horse bubbles sheen space
obsidian gold turquoise unfolding turning
and seemingly draped on the cracked glass
etches the silken shape of a pulsar..

then a dried blown leaf dances along the surface
like an impatient mantid god
anxiously scuttling on the lava lamp lily pad
its toes dip in the oil
searching out a different galaxy
where the leaves have not yet bloomed fallen..