Golden sunrise
Crossed my eyes
Spoke to me in a language
I’ve only heard
Amidst the trees.
When my vision
Reached its peak
Audible and tangible
I knew my day
Had just begun.
So as the crow flies
Back and forth
I wobbled through my daily mirth
Stuck inside my sunrise
With soup and spoon
And steeping tea.
Tag: soup
Dogs (day 2928)
I’m going to crawl out sideways
Like I’m carrying a hard edge
My rhythms backbit the scene
So I was ongoing madness descended
No matter the words that I spoke
Two syllables released my mouth
Gravelling and loosening
With a steel shovel reminding me
That a cold soup is awaiting my return
And a method of grandeur
Has gone forbidden and exhausted
And dormant as dogs fall down.
Rent (day 2758)
A rainbow has landed by my chair
Two shades clearer than yesteryear:
Many cuts more the wiser.
And to my right there burns a fire
So emotive I saw the sun
That held me up as rain came down
Floundered in the far off field.
Then in the soup I had not made
But sat down to enjoy
I sang a song of lucky chance
Though no hardship saved my rent.
Misspent Soldier (day 2711)
They were called away
To a promised future
No clear sight far ahead
Vague plans, subtle promises,
Fame in modern times unment.
They mounted and faithfully
Road into the scene
No one there to greet them
No romantic sending off.
When skies turned blood red,
When comrades lay side by side
When torture was their enemy
No cotton handkerchief blew drying
For everyone was buckled down
Amidst chaos of the finest hour
A mission of uncertainty
And further, urgency
Flew towards in shrapnel
Devastating times of war.
At home awaited news at every hour
Mother, father, sister too
Hot soup for dinner every night
Hot tea to wake up to.
Moon at Midnight – Part XXXXII (day 2016)
On the third day we left
As always, it was hard to leave Amy, Frank, and Clarinet
But it was necessary
For I could see that Moon Cow and Tall Pine
Were eager to return to the family
As was I
I missed Willow and Lily.
The first night we camped it was very cold
So cold, we woke up with a layer of frost on us
This made me a bit grumpy, and of course stiff
But soon we had a fire going
That slowly warmed our bones
We made some warm tea
And had some of Amy’s world famous jerky
She had so kindly given us,
Stuffed our pockets as we departed ways!
We walked all day
Expecting to either see our cache
Or hopefully another large animal
But neither we found
It was a bit unnerving because the land we were in
Didn’t remind me of the land that we had left the cache in
But Moon Cow and Tall Pine both said this is where we left it
So I trusted them, they had never been wrong with such things
It took us until noon the next day to find our cache
Which was exactly as it had been left.
Just as we were pulling it down
Tall Pine, who was off a little way scouting
Saw himself a deer
So as Moon Cow made a sled for us to carry our meat home
Tall Pine and I dressed his deer
This was going to be hard work
To pull the meat home
So I suggested that we might send one of us home
To get a horse
Moon Cow thought for a while
Pulled the sleigh a little while longer
And said: “You know, this isn’t such a horrible idea after all.”
We sent Tall Pine to run and fetch Moon Cow’s horse
Which he returned with by nightfall
We walked all the next day with the horse
Leisurely
And made it to the camp by nightfall
Just in time for some delicious soup
From Willow
She had received some fresh buffalo meat and
Saved it for us, for our return
As a treat for us
The perfect welcome back
From the woman who holds my heart.
Moon at Midnight – Part XXX (day 2004)
Willow knew how to throw up the teepee
But I quickly learned how, too,
It was my first time
But with Willow and Moon Cow giving orders
It went up easily
We set up Moon Cow’s close by ours
And slowly we became acquainted with our new home
For the summer, anyways,
For now it was our home.
When we first stopped
And made our home here
Mountain Chief had sent out scouts
In every direction
To make sure that we were indeed
Not going to be easily found
Every second day new scouts
Would relieve the old scouts
And so it went for the first while
Without any event to note of.
We learned that in the two valleys to the North
About a 4 hour horseback ride
There was a small family settlement
Mountain Chief asked me if I would go
And introduce myself to them
So that they would know we meant peace
But also to see if they were friendlies
To see if they were friendly to Natives.
When I arrived at their house
I wasn’t expecting what I found
Truth be told, I didn’t know what I was expecting
But at any rate
What I found really didn’t seem normal
She was deaf and he was blind
They had a dog with three legs
And a son, well more a man they called boy,
That was a good two feet taller then both of them
And to my untrained eye,
Didn’t look a lick like either one of them
They all seemed happy enough though
And I got along just nice with them.
Her name was Sara
And it turned out that her hearing
Wasn’t as bad as one first thought
And what she lacked in hearing
She made up for in a delicious soup
His name was Bill, and he was an old miner
He had come West to the hills to find gold
And I didn’t ask if he had found it
But he did tell me he found Sara
And knew he had found what he came for
Sara had already had the son
By another miner who had taken her
One night while visiting the saloon in town
The young man’s name was Johnny,
Who they both called Johnny-boy
And just watching his hands work an axe
For firewood to get ol’ Sara’s stove roaring
One could see he was as gentle as a pillow
But as strong as an ox
Bill told me he went blind from drinking too much moonshine
And that was the last time
He touched the: “Gat-dang stuff. Pardon my French, little lady.”
Moon at Midnight – Part XXIV (day 1998)
Winter was cold living on the land
But the teepee that Willow kept
Was as warm as anybody could ask for
Because Moon Cow was such a crafter
Willow naturally had the skill too
And we had luxuries like fur and hides
And a makeshift bed frame to keep us off the ground
Yet no amount of furs or soup
Could make each cold frozen step
Through the snow, warm.
I awoke one night to coyotes howling
They were real close
I could practically feel them standing on my bed
I could hear a baby crying
So I knew I wasn’t the only one to have woken
Willow stirred and I looked at Lily
And she had her eyes wide open
Looking a little bit scared
I threw on my jacket and grabbed a torch
And stepped outside the teepee to see what was happening
It was a clear night and I could see my breath
As the beautiful waxing gibbous lit the earth, unobstructed.
There were five of them
Pacing back and forth
Just on the edge of our encampment
They jumped at the firelight
But stayed hovering around
I picked up a snowball and threw it
Which landed close to two of them
They looked at me for a moment
And I threw another one which hit one in the back
It was stunned for a second
Letting out a little bit of a yelp
But then got back up and it seemed to me
The other coyotes were laughing at it,
I threw another and made a howling noise at it
Trying to scare it off
They withdrew further into the brush
At the other side of the opening
By this time one of the other men
Were outside with me
He had brought out his bow and arrow
And started shooting at them
Yelling some words that I couldn’t understand
The coyotes obviously did
And before long they were trotting away.
The Cure (day 129)
My friend in bed
Alone she waits
For nature to be done it’s course
It feels as though
Walls of thunder
Have taken control of her day
Green tea and soda pop
Soup that’s still hot
Mending the inside from out
Soon to be
No doubt we’ll see
A regular un-congested human once more
Why (day 96)
There is a girl back home
I’ve been thinking of
She’s offered soup
But denied help with soiled linens
And yet
We’ve never met
She’s often faced with fear
As often things unclear
Why? She asks. Why? She asks
Why she does never tell