Centerofatulipsharp.jpgSeveral supple weasels


weave like your memory, sleek

through trees, find slippery ways 


to avoid the rain, slink away

deep into murky streams.


Leave me dazed, confused,

ready to believe amygdalae,


the almond-shaped mass

in each cerebral hemisphere,


gray matter steeping the brain.

Make me embrace emotion,


whether or not I want, 

like anger, hate, this sly pain.

                            Timothy Pilgrim

   (accepted by Convergence: an online journal of poetry and art -- copyrighted Timothy Pilgrim photo: tulip ready for bees, also accepted by Convergence.)