Slipping into the micro-shrooms
I slide into my poetry.
A new poem, unexpectedly comes
after coffee and after breakfast.
I always feel the urge to write a poem,
any poem, every poem, like a warning
Like running to the bathroom, quickly
to get to the keys just in time .
Now these little helpers,
entering my blood stream
twice a week, free- flowingly,
have pulled me from depression
and coaxed my innate creativity.
Really there are still surprises,
the good kind , that we can find.
After death and loss and grief,
these moments feel like a sunrise.
No, I’m not tripping, I’m not drugged
I feel more hyper real and I write.
I sing, I build, I play piano and I smile.
Little tiny particles that grow in the dark
have helped me back to the light.
Slipping into the micro-shrooms
I slide into my poetry.
A new poem, unexpectedly comes
after coffee and after breakfast.
Karima Hoisan
Dec. 7th, 2021
Costa Rica.
*Footnote I have been micro-dosing Psilocybin
100mg every 3 days for the last 3 months.
It might not be for everyone….but it’s been good for me.
Digital Rabbit Hole 