My pirouette mistaken
I collided with something solid
whatever pride might have been about
to announce skittered from my head
projected scenarios often fail 
to reach fruition this way
being plucked from a daydream
perhaps it's for the best

So much for zen flesh
what of zen bones?

The poet asks the reader
together they might reach further
the song and the listener
to make the spirit of the music real

An ovum chirps from a speckled shell
the irrisistible call for a response
the new centre of the universe
in time considers a sunflower in place
on a stem so firmly planted

Images to delight in find their essence 
in the cosmopolitan conversation
unthinkable aeons long
where all flowers bloom at once
every ovum grows to learn and learns to grow

Growing stronger all supporting all
images to delight in 
desiring to be more than spectres of wind and rain
attend carefully the cosmopolitan conversation
acquiring thereby the resilience of bones