Hippity Hoppity
Channel: Anthropology of Consciousness
Date: 09/09/2021

-Hippity Hoppity
Amongst the trees and the bees
Over the hills and within the tills
Atop the peaks to anywhere I might seek I wandered and often pondered
Sometimes day
sometimes night
in the black
and through the white

Walking and often talking,
with what may appear here,
and trying to take it there

It all seemed clear
Holding everything so near
After all, it was so dear

When I came upon a ridge
I was unsure of how to bridge
Where I seemed to be
to a place far in front of me
Scheming up a plan
with thoughts and retroban

My brain quite in a twist
The only thing left was to fist… but suddenly spewed amist

No time to think, all in such a blink

I was no longer walking, nor frolicking Not trying, nor denying

Aware, faded my despair
Completely set free,
there I was to be
It all falling in front of me

And as I fell, a part of me could tell Without thought, not being fought Let alone to be,
my legs knew what to do with me

With no end in site
I gave up all spite
Quietly fading into the white night


Kari Miller, JFK University, kmiller@email.jfku.edu