The Rag & Bone Armada Breaks Rank Upon the Barrier Reef like the Torpedo It Really is and Sinks Its Target with a Wink and a...

 

When it's over and done the dangling skeleton walks away in

one direction and the rushing wind pours itself into the other. My

concern is always to be by your side. Most people

probably think even that is giving it way too much of a movie

plot, but here's the thing you rub up against: good

or bad, once a soul becomes aware it can cause

 

a lot of damage. You can call it a Navajo

blanket or a Japanese umbrella but still it has a name that gets

pronounced in the fiery blasts of creation just like any

other animal face. This is major magic or playful science

or photosynthesis, but it's always a grand scale miracle. We

live in the stuff. That's why you shouldn't be surprised

 

at all if the walls talk to you or bend

your thoughts into many more pretty rooms than mirrors. It's standard. The

question remains, are you awake? If you're listening, what are

you going to do about it?  That's where you came 

into this space for me. Where poems are planted for future generations.

We're feeding important information through the gaps in time and

 

space with words for tools, with words for land, with

words for seed. Some of us belong to that kind

of thinking. I said I would look out for you

and I will. What you do with that amount of

eternal care is not really my concern. It belongs to

you. I'm only here to celebrate the fact and move

 

on or be moved on by a river of circumstance.

Then the dancers become another form and shape to contend

with. They speak in shadows. They speak in light. You

are the ones who must decipher their understanding. Not me.

At any rate, I've become nothing more than pages, curtains,

and old maps. Look at it this way, we're saying hello to the magic once again to start the engine and get you going.

Bonus poem:

That Train Went Off

by Darryl Price