Ecdysis
I am crawling on my belly,and my eyes are clouded gray.
I scrape and rasp against the rocks
to peel, and tear, and shuffle off
the dull dead skin that clings to me.
Then I coil myself again, sleek
with sensation in the coolness
of the undergrowth I roam.
Now my fluid movements spell
the syllables of memory,
retrace the primal histories
of shadowed spaces near the earth.
28 May, 2002
The Way