At these new and long-awaited crossroads,
I stand in the mid-morning sunshine
somewhere between the light in which I once stood
and the light in which I soon will stand
and seeking once again.
Looking everywhere in my life
for my kindred compatriots
arriving at me in bursts of new blood
and in people lost but rediscovered
reaffirmed, stronger still-
and still more vulnerable.
Returned at last to my favorite me
I feel capable of anything!
(A feeling that seems fated to be tested soon
in the crucible of the looming era.)
Time has reintroduced me to my dormant spirit
and it’s good to be at home inside me again.
(Such an ephemeral “home”,
barriers as thin as the membrane of a soap bubble!)
Things never stop changing forever.
I modify my cycles
to include new words and new definitions-
new ideas and new playmates.
Something in me screams:
Don’t hold back!
Don’t look back!
Achieve dangerous and beautiful summit,
set up camp
and hang out your shingle:
OPEN FOR BUSINESS.
I dig in with the cracked fingernails on these hands
into the rich black soil of this pregnant world,
and melt into it
to find my own private doorway
returning me giddily to the Ether of Spirit!
Let me touch you!
Let me sip from your goblet ‘til my senses whirl!
(There is still so much more!)
Embarking on a one-way walk
through the buzzing biosphere
I cannot resist diving in for a swim
through the sea of mankind’s womb.
these explorations barely brush my bare skin,
leaving dew droplets of quenching wisdom
around my thirsting lips.
Mud squishing through my naked toes
– grounded –
I send my collected energy
to the Big Hot Heart of this Old Fat Earth.
Embarrassing Mother Life,
I bask in the nourishment of
Old Fat Father Sun.
Such a balanced family-
galactic soulmates, all!
Secretly sampling the Liquor of the Gods,
we share time
carved in flame and ice,
singing all unsung songs of Joy
tinted with secret sorrow.
Tears streaking our cheeks,
we huddle together in this Survival Mode,
facing economic tyrants,
and nuclear profiteers.
corporate criminals and greedy power.
implanted we stand-
Soulmates of the Species
creating a civilization
on this tiny island of fractured rock and belching fire
the infinite community of Matter and Life-
our chins uplifted,
our eyes focused into the mysterious heavens
scanning the event horizon
of beckoning Space!
Leaping, jumping, racing
sprinting full stride
into the 1980’s.
(11- 3- 79)
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