Wonder & Width:
a Poetry Primer for Those Who Hang-Out in Nature
or Bump Their Heads A Lot
Can A Song Be True?
Most people sing
some cultures chant
so many melodic circular words
to find their inner-peace
or a needed break
from the never-ending pokes and jabs
the tugs of modern life.
Some bow their heads and hearts to pray
or raise them up high to sing
or close their eyes to meditate,
while some work and sweat on fences in the sun
or read poetry in the wind-swept outdoors.
Some blow long slow breaths
in long angular yoga poses
or swimming flat, glassy green oceans;
while others fly huge, cloud-studded skies.
Others dizzily dance
and whirl in circles
while still others just memorize
the tenderness of a kiss.
I sometimes find myself
of once again jumping
into one of these Holy Prayers,
bathing myself anew
now washing me clean
all over again.
Within the fury of the human brain
it is only
the Repetition of Your Passions,
of these Truths,
the glorious repetition of those few
that we already know
that can summon
that specific Washing….
the salvational inkling….
that can deliver us safely Home….
(Where Did the Captain Go?)
“Does your boat blow haphazardly around a lost bay?
Do you always know what to do or where you are going
or do you sometimes dash into rock?
And who actually drives your tossing vessel
you or your meandering mind stuck
in some fearful drive forward
that you do not control?
And how does one wrestle this spinning helm
from such automatic fear
Isn’t it time
that you were a respected, formidable Captain
that not only has someplace to go
but that is admired
for how you are so buoyantly and admirably
And all by learning to take command
of this Rarest of Vessels
by editing our days
sometimes our hour to hour
with the only hope we have
each of the Holy Details of our Passions
this huge, bellowing power
to boldly sail
sometimes even sprint
to make you grand
not only the Captain of Where You Go,
but how much fun you have
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