Naked In Wonderland (haiku) and As Breathing

Naked In Wonderland

Naked, I pass through,

Like Alice in Wonderland;

A mirror of life.

© Alys

01 January 2005

As Breathing

Sometimes I inhale;

an intoxication of sensation

lifts me lightly

as a boat is lifted

by sweet swelling sails aloft. . .

filled with perfumes of spring

and summer, fall

and winter, past

and future. . .

crushed and broken grasses,

berries swollen-ripe and oozing

flavored scent. . .

chewing the thickness of fragrant flowers,

then suffocating humidity

until

rain coming

and then rain gone. . .

sneezing in the dust of fall and the first

scent of burning turning

into cold-penetrating stabbing

thieving furious icy air. . .

Sometimes I inhale;

an intoxication of sensation

choking in the smell of death

decaying drunkenly in darkness,

gasping, grasping

no hope

just a searing

that suddenly subsides,

leaving me shaking. . .

then ethereal eucalyptus –

not a cure

just a comfort. . .

Sometimes I inhale;

without thinking, without smelling

any particular particle;

automatic breath of life,

the pedestrian transformed

into being,

existing mindless

thoughtless effortless

yet crucial

to bring into me those

intoxications of sensation. . .

I have begun to think of you as breathing.

© Alys

1996

~ for Cris