Who

 

Once a runner, a dreamer, a saint

A brother, a son, perhaps a mate,

I’ve known God, them devils too

Knelt before Buddha and Guanyin’s shoe,

Been seduced by drunken solace late

Mother Mary’s trace, Tara’s neural embrace

The feminine shouts for the masculine,

The masculine yells for the feminine,

The strength of a warm river surging

The energy of a cold ocean churning

I am somewhere, in the galactic mind

in some cobwebbed cubby-hole too

A mouse, a scorpion, a viral flu

A surfer in Hawaii, a maid in Timbuktu

I am somebody else, uncertain who

 

5.9.2025