Ummm, a poem That I wrote,
Time and Again
(for Camila Hayes)
White witch hazel hair.
Which hazel? hazel where?
spinning in dance threads of experience
in the darkness;
An extinct bird rose as the featherd serpent,
in the imagination
Licked it's tounge between the horns of a thousand dead gods,
created in the instant to preform some simple task of fabrication
and then fade away, replaced by the next times demands on our senses
for the moment in between leaving, space, stillness.
In the desert the silence is total lack of familiarity with the sounds,
Shaping by themselves a new reality
still chosen by a persons imagination.
In ninteen years has grown this flower
five foot four and a half inces
these are just measures
hold just a small tendril to the reality of the thing
Beauty, youth and time. A year, a year more
and another as the body oldly goes
a year, a heartbeat rememberance filled and slow
And in the desert time stood still for a little while,
those flecks of sand have moved
for millenia, haven't moved at all
And someplace, I seem to remember,
all red underfoot near the valley of the dead
just clay and offerings for three thousand years
now sand in silence rememberances forgotten
And have you heard, sometimes light takes
ten thousand years to escape the place of it's birth
and in all this time how much has changed?
Little flower that is blooming now
your roots in sand, petals thrust into the sky
drinking in the sun and the earth
born into this ancient world
Recreate all by your seeing
mirror in your mind and make