27-10-2009, 07:14 PM
(This post was last modified: 27-10-2009, 08:53 PM by Keith Millea.)
My favorite poet.I'm biased though because he's an old friend.
NO MOON CEREMONY
Barefoot prankster sits in half-lotus
beside hardwood fire brewing peyote
on mountaintop.Ruby horizon fades
into cloudless pastels: perfect
world in all directions.
Night's first star whispers
through purple.Prankster gives her
a name.Fire dies
no moon will rise
coyotes howl across the miles
prankster recognizes Roland Kirk.
From lush hillsides where coyotes sing
prankster appears to be a glowing star
blowing suggestive harmonies
from mountaintop.The coyotes are not
surprised.They have played
with stars before.
Poem by J.T. Gillett
Subterranean Rumors
Homunculus Press 1982
NO MOON CEREMONY
Barefoot prankster sits in half-lotus
beside hardwood fire brewing peyote
on mountaintop.Ruby horizon fades
into cloudless pastels: perfect
world in all directions.
Night's first star whispers
through purple.Prankster gives her
a name.Fire dies
no moon will rise
coyotes howl across the miles
prankster recognizes Roland Kirk.
From lush hillsides where coyotes sing
prankster appears to be a glowing star
blowing suggestive harmonies
from mountaintop.The coyotes are not
surprised.They have played
with stars before.
Poem by J.T. Gillett
Subterranean Rumors
Homunculus Press 1982
"You never change things by fighting the existing reality. To change something, build a new model that makes the existing model obsolete.â€
Buckminster Fuller
Buckminster Fuller