Several coyotes were spotted
this morning, occurrences
of bear stealing birdfeeders,
Much noise made when a
hawk tried to pounce on
a secluded chicken
away from
the flock.
Peter
managed Neil Young
in the early days of Crazy Horse.
He found
smack
Lived in
a home with pitchers
containing juice
spiked with LSD
Enough smoke to choke them
all.
How did
we survive those days?
Some
found God
who built
a wall around them
Kept them
clean
from the
abstractions of life.
Once you accept
the existence
of a controlling,
protecting entity
you need
not think about
the obtuse
the vague
the decisions that are not yours.
I have no
power over
your
drugs
her pain
the
weather now
the colors
in tonight’s sunset.
I have no
power over
the wave
that floods my heart
when a
particular song
or a phrase
of Debussy
envelops,
seizes
I
cover my chest
with my
hand hoping
it doesn’t
actually explode.
What are you yelling at?
Soldiers of golden light stand erect.
Their reflections paintings in the water.
Wind pushes tiny waves from
one edge to the other
and geese yell.
The kingfisher maybe what they are
yelling at.
or the great horned owl who lives
behind those lit up trees.
Or the spirits who’ve come
for their yearly visit, their
pilgrimage while the veil is thin.
I am enamored of this time of year.
Believe sometimes the hawks
are spirits that embody the bird
to bring me hope
bring me warmth.
Allow me to believe I can fly
If not with this oversized body
with this spirit embedded.
What I wrestle with is love
when did I begin to believe
It was the most important thing?
When my father held me
just a few hours old and
told my mother,
”This one is mine.”
Today love is painted on in amber and ebony
and makes my heart flush
I make sure I can still breathe.
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