Grains of thought, and I reckon there
Is "much rice" in me, swelling in the boiling
water of my being; braying wildly here...

Steep, siding in the plantations I’d die for
producing! And inside of me... two grains
of true grass holds onto a forever forming,
molding, of two souls existing seeds chafe
us in motion! . . . on the croft and through
the crusts digging holes until we’re left
standing there, sole to sole... and they must
be at exact opposites of each other
in opposite spots on the other side
of the earth, mantling on the light side. . .

I suppose, if we can’t touch, the cause
would be one of us boiling down, friable!
Move up and down your middles until your
centered in on the heat from your inner core!

Molten drips up from our wells. . . all the while,
we try to gurgle it all back down freely, but with
some force, advective... then diffusive, transferring...
It’s no wonder we end up carrying all the heat!

We sink in the thriving, heating up again, and again,
repeating. . . over and over, the rise and fall,
ever since birth, antipodal apart
yet, two, connected through the earth!

One single cell, passes through and beyond our Hell’s
melding the two. . . now, more flexible,
thinking together... and, so it goes, as wee flows...
insteads, that one of us is fracturing!

No longer are we buoyant in this heat-induced,
expanse knowing... all must travel in our pitchforked
ramifications! Wee always prong to get to each other’s
surfaces just to play Footsie’s with each other!

Enter your liquid state; only solidify under pressure!
Two speak, when attracted Yeah... like I’m gonna grow
magnets in my fields! And... so, we spoke, of our growth
into one, mind you, mind me... Did you get my drift,
and feel the breeze? True grass pollinates in a wind...

. . . and, I'm digging on planting these two grains of rice in my paddy field!

Copyright 2008
Kimmy Van Kooten