UNEXPECTED ENCOUNTER

In the yarn of life, if you remain
a volunteer wanderer of the seas
even if you have forgotten
to terrestrially align your lunar head
you shall encounter human-caterpillars
with the sprouts of their obtuseness
and with an air of supremacy

The last full moon
was cutting in two the August night
when a train stopped
for number one in an emergency
and opened its doors
- not at “Ritz” Place Vendome -
in front of a stable

THERE MY MOTHER TOOK ME DOWN
OF MY STAR
AND HOW LUCKY I WAS
THAT THE WARM BREATH OF THE HORSES
WAS MY FIRST ENCOUNTER

For all post-encounters
with the innumerable caterpillars
who post-encountered me
my mother did not provide a spell

Not a single spell!!!