Into the Morphic

​I wish my worn mind would wax morphic 
so to slip unnoticed into the tableau 
of chimpanzees asleep in the trees
 
Or enter a houseful of dogs and 
know at which corner of the carpet
I am welcome to lie
 
I want to fiddle like a cricket in a morphic field
surrounded with so much flora
I learn each plant’s ultimate mission
 
Or go into bear mind to get wind of
the original quirk that led to 
the very first hibernation
 
I want to sit in the center of a grove of trees 
and breathe together in prolonged yoga
while the stories in their rings enter my vertebrae
 
Or swim for days along the seashore   
and be force fed by rays and pelicans
until my own salty blood trades places with seawater
 
I want to climb a hard mountain
to touch the soft sky
all to confirm: When I don’t think—I am
 
                                                                        
                         (This poem first appeared in the Winter 2021 issue of Kosmos Quarterly)