[Philip Glass, “Japura River” – YouTube link]
“Music is Twelve Parts”
evening biking
Glass in my ears
my shadow long long long
gray shadow thinning gray path thinly
laid down flickering between other flick shadows flicker flick
tree fence tree fence bush fence tree fence tree fence me
maybe 1982
still in college I’d
think I were
being koyaanisqatsied
The Poet Bicycles
oh so deep so deep deep and true
you must see it you must
listen watch
listen watch
me repeat :
The neighbor’s cherry tree from behind their stockade fence reaches out over our front walk. My neighborhood is filled with thousands of refugees from around the world.
columbian kids
or burmese boys
somali girls in purple niqabs
will wander onto the lawn
jump stretch groan
grabbing for cherries
all of us from everywhere
want them
Don’t feel like writing right now. Family event, sharing funny & fun driving/car stories – everything everything everything my father said about himself was self-deprecating. EVERYTHING. The opposite of boasting. I am tired of what this man taught me.
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Would that I
finish circling
this island
of myself
make landfall
make footfall
make the hard case
plant my flag
claim
claim
Conquistador
slip me under the stars
bundle me in the blanket of the moon
smuggle me into your night
Across the sea of summer
bright waves
will gentle us nearer
we know, we can both wait
in the sun under stars beside the moon
day and day and night and day
until the morning
you see my sail trim the horizon
walking in the forest
I trip on Beethoven’s notebook
chords ooze between my toes
Turn and
turn this
down this
screw this
tight this
pierce of
steel or
word or
note from
a flute
this thing
this thing
that makes
the world
sing
a song
in the heart
of its pain
&
sighs
Mayhaps I’ve been reading too much Creeley lately…?
what words do
this is no
bitter
futility
this
does cling
is
stolen
is swollen
yes
see it there that
bump
on your head
will rise
then fall
four
words
making
an arc of
real
a covenant
yes
the clinging
yes
the words
yes
the bump
there that
on your head
touch it
know it will
rise then
it will
fall
it will
it will
it hears
my words
Might sound like a divorce or a revelation of infidelity, but as I have mentioned here, it is about my dropping a religion, and leaving a religious organization, I devoted my adult life up til a year ago. I realize now I needed more – but then again, I thought I was getting more – than what it could offer. And, indeed, what it told me it was giving me.
Is the responsibility ultimately mine? Of course it is. And thinking of Dante’s “midlife crisis” in the dark wood…
~~~~~~
27 years
gone, left
dropped
thud
to go back
to a beginning
maybe
the hole
here
is so big
it swallowed up
so much
all but everything
a maw
there
looking back
a dark forest
and a not so dark
forest
maybe
verdant
maybe
for trodding
ahead
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