Found Poem After News From One Roaming Alaskan Wilderness
.
for Andy
far flung from
Black Mountain,
Charles Olson
in mind, quoth -
'I come back to the geography of it...
An American is a complex of occasions,
themselves a geometry
of spatial nature.' - from 'Maximus to Gloucester, Letter 27'
*
You lost
again,
poor boy,
in way out
places.
Better there
than lost
in familiar
here/now
such is NYC,
East 10th
street soothed,
sore -
red wine,
air conditioned
poems
Writing (is)
bitterness
mixed,
prayer,
such is
personal
geography.
Stunned
how life can
somehow go
but one can
either resist
or flow
with it
feeling
Deity
(is)
the
Greater Current
ripping all
cloying maps,
clawing hand
from roots
on the bank
worn by
Greater Intention.
One relents
may like
Jonah lie
spent,
still defiant
under
withered
gourd vines
such are
poem-shades.
Still,
the dreaded
Nineveh volks
repenteth.
Not I.
No 'shed I'
but
El Shaddai.**
Effective, what?
Indeed, more
God's work
than my
half-hearted
attempt to
convert rivers,
alter courses,
egos,
when
mine own
is still
wrenched
in Sacred Grip.
All's well
that ends
swell or is
swollen
with a
modicum
of sensation.
Can't wait
to hear of
travels
Klondike
&
more
tis boon
to read of
just here.
Ah to be
anywhere
but here
but intent
is to bear
this where
enduring why,
still celebrating
breath,
sky,
sidewalk
generously
allowing
my weight.
**Hebrew for 'God of the mountain', & 'God Almighty'.
The root word 'shadad' (ש ד ד ;) means 'to overpower'
or 'to destroy'. This would give Shaddai the meaning
of 'destroyer', representing one of the aspects of God
poem by Warren Falcon
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