Saturday, May 22, 2010

Into the wilderness


Pronghorn, Kestral
ancient wind songs,
reaches of space into timelessness
a step back
into nowhere human
only ancient maps, births
Where the stars are brightest
and the sound of wind feathers through the merciless sunlight
into a shadow place
And if you sit quiet
you can hear a yucca pretending to be a snake
no silence there
everything talks
holding to the screech, heart, and golden creosote sweetness
whispering in the air
the hot, bright, endless air.
Then the stage rattles through, startling the wild things, stirring the thorns.
The end begins.

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3 Comments:

Blogger human being said...

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'no silence there
everything talks'

and my heart dances
with each word
uttered
even if it is
a sigh

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beautiful and so emotional... touched me deep...

the other day i was here... enjoying this... but couldn't leave any comments.. then i returned home and saw your commetn there!

i was amazed!

5/30/10, 12:34 PM  
Blogger goatman said...

I miss the hot-dry wind of desert. Our winds are damp-wet and speak of rain imminent.
The green of Oz all about, with stuff growing.

6/4/10, 3:04 PM  
Blogger Devin said...

I agree with human being!!
this touched me very deep as so much of your work does ---the both of you are extremely talented "human beings"
take care my friend-and thanks for posting your beautiful work!!

9/26/10, 11:56 PM  

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