While Listening to Fleck, Hussein and Meyer, I Consider Children's Book Titles, Hops and the Ongoing Search for Meaning If we unravel the threads, removing context, by what means do we regain it? You say monstrous glisson glop, behooving me to counter with a Willamette and Azacca, or whole cone Mosaic, which inspires a reply of Dooly and the Snortsnoot. But my life is prosaic, bulging with the commonplace - gritty sand in shoes, cobwebs on shelves, an unshaven chin and a mind for the ordinary seeking refuge in words, a cool haven in summer's long grip. Feathered or hairy, I ask of the glisson glop, seeking insight. Does it giggle, does it love? Do you bite?
Robert Okaji lives in Indiana. His work has appeared in Buddhist Poetry Review, Evergreen Review, Midwest Zen, Vox Populi and elsewhere.