It is ok to shake revelations
Free from every bushel around your neck
The crow shall come and speak again
Distance will call thy name.
But lonely trees, as sentinels,
Guiding your every step
A breath away feels no pain
And resolutions shape your sky.
When we were sure that Willow had a baby
Basically everybody else knew, too
Things weren’t so secret within the family
I liked it that way
Different then what I had grown up with
We were very happy, of course
And Lily was excited too.
Moon Cow guessed that Lily was seven cycles of the seasons
I would have guessed something close to that
Had I to make a guess at her age
So she knew what it meant to be having a baby
And she also anticipated the responsibility
Her and Willow were so cute
As they began sewing baby moccasins that fall
With one of the deer hides we had brought home,
Lily also took on a lot more responsibility
With cooking and housework
That Willow wasn’t able to do too well anymore
And it was also nice to give Lily some responsibility
As she was growing and needed to learn
How to do some of the more family oriented things.
Lily was already really good at finding the herbs
And medicine that her mother had been teaching me
So before the first snow fell,
Willow was anticipating
Much of what she would need
Into her pregnancy
Many moons ago
Willow and Mercy had taken over
As medicine women of the family
After Willow’s own mother had died
They had always been inseparable as children
And as Willow’s mother
Had more then enough to share
She taught them both the medicine
So they could both help
And hopefully pass on the knowledge to their children
When the time came,
So Lily was able to learn from the ancient knowledge.
The Winter was relatively balmy
The snow would come and then melt a little
And then a little more snow would come
Followed again by the bright sun and warm weather
We would get these winds come through
That were as hot as the finest summer day
Where all the children would be out
Throwing snowballs and playing as they do
It was fun to watch
As nobody really likes being cooped up all Winter
And the sun is always needed
This time of the year.
I think it was because of the warm Winter
That Willow developed a cough
It was a deep cough that she said hurt her rib
That had broken earlier that year
When the bear had run her down
Some nights she would lie awake
Coughing away
Mercy and Lily fed her all the medicine they could find
But were also cautious about the baby
That awaited inside of her stomach
Poor Willow,
Some nights I would lie awake with her
Getting a warm rock from the fire
To put at her feet to keep her warm
And a cup of warm medicine water for her to drink
To hopefully put her to sleep.
I asked you in an earnest voice
If the weather had been nice –
A windowless entrance into your mind
A sunset in the sky.
And your sunglasses gave you away
On this sunny side of our street
Where I ventured just one other guess
As to where your lover had been lately.
To which you looked the other way
And left me holding onto your
Glass purse now splayed on the floor.
A prison I could only guess,
As I collected quite the mess
In shadows and eye liner pens.
So I turned back into my coffee
That was more straight then you did seem
To let her cursing steam away
And the news was getting cold.
The weather, as I walk,
Shows me spaces left unfettered,
Spaces beyond amusement
And substantiality that fall
Along orthogonal planes
Teetering on the edges of
My leftover thoughts.
So as the weather abides
On goes my walk.
Forever I walk as lonely gales
Blow against my heart
And sin and passion and ruthless desire
Shocked against pure pressure
Foot for foot I walk the line
That brings on changing weather
So who, but I, am fit to take
This step into abandon
Silent wishes drift upon my heart
Lifting the spirits of unnamed maidens
Cooling the late evenings breeze
To just about long pant weather
My mind washes over the condensatingly
Fresh glass of beer
While the sun drifts lazily behind the horizon
Like the wandering bumblebee
Long shadows form, reaching out in desperation
Away from the dying sun
Projecting from the adjoint plane
Between the erect tree and well watered grass
And I drift lazily off into dreams of the future
Following love forever after
Today’s a new day
Birds on my way
Around in the park
Amidst old fallen bark
I walk for my health
Native American stealth
Dipping and dashing
Jumping and splashing
Warm weather’s blowing
Gone is the snowing
Green shoots are showing
Life begins glowing
Where naked the trees
In cool winter’s breeze
Soon shall be covered
Green nature’s sheltered
Yellow shifts away
Natural aging and decay
Spring change has begun
Anticipate summer fun!
Did we ever understand the destruction that would lay waste
Over the subways and villages and schools that faced down Sandy?
Torn from their roost and splayed to ruins upon the streets
In an impressive dance that left no parties smiling
Earth doesn’t mean to rear its anger in the livings face
Though anger yells loudly at all who remain
Like a lion after the kill, the earth both revels and respects
Sacrifices
Mighty Zeus who gleamed down at the soils uprooted
Prometheus raging in the destruction, tears streaming about his face
And laughing deeply from his deep sea caverns
Where light-hearted nymphs dance naked in the spoils
Poseidon from the storming desires of his hands
Drinks heavily from his jeweled goblet
Whose presence announce the changes in the weather
The release in desires across the earth
There is no wrath left inside
A peace fell over
The laundered land
Streaked with turmoil
And sun dried rain
Dust rolled
Laundry lines sagged
But blew fruitless
Like weather over land