moment of me

long time no write
time to dust off the dusty pencil
and sharpen the senses
they're putting up a wall
on the rio grande to
stop the illegal activity
the storm clouds are
swirling from the
south surrounding
my house with cold rain
the time of my life is
playing a tune on the piano
and lauren gave me this
nifty pad to write on
fits in my belly pouch toolkit like a
snug marsupial

the new world order
is emanating from
the black eyed peas
and the tree of life
is hiding hawks and
doves and bluejays
and mockingbirds in the mural

at ruta maya it's all
happening and danielle
says don't worry it
won't happen all of a
sudden it'll happen slowly
like a sprout growing
like the oblique angles of
frank lloyd wright houses and
the dissertations of
academicians like the
loose underwear
scattered on my bedroom
floor too disassembled to
pick them up for three days
now i think
is this a happening or
a form of communication
autists don't communicate in
human language but are
in constant vibration
with their environment
maybe that's an excuse or
maybe it's a hopeful prayer
i know a foyer in michigan
with a font and a book
of quotes - einstein among others
once you can accept the universe as matter expanding
into nothing that is something
wearing stripes with plaid comes easily

the tune changes the
clock turns the warp &
woof of all that is
known comes home to
this moment of me
alarming in a way but
there's an early morning
day too and a hungry
feeling something to
hunt and gather i'd
rather catch a fish than
shoot a bird or maybe
the berries are ripe on
mulberry street maybe i'm
on vacation here with
no books to read
and only one to write
 

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[Don Panachio de La Sundance]

My first "hello" here to you rohn, hope that's OK. Your blog's all right but I haven't read all of it yet. Keep well :)