red cloth tales
& miracles abound
I am on the bottom of
the ocean walking
the bones with Wilson
we follow the 1024
a solemn pantheon
grandparents great grand parents
we walk where they walked
how they walked
great greats and back
across the ocean to the
other side me & the master
he smiles often I am all
tears weary rage
& some small part translucent hope
he is food water & patient with
my need to know
the ritual is a circle
ten candles one million blessings
blinding light &
other mountains in the distance
the knowledge you knew you knew
the dream without the end
Aunt Ester is dead
but I talked to her last night
Wilson is a mother fucker
whispering truth that
smells like an old language
lines that draw faces I remember
Ester or Wilson told me
stand on the top of the mountain
to know what you don’t know
so I stayed the path
rocks and all
its steeper just before the precipice
tonight
there is no moon
there are no stars
I’m still
standing in this
moment between heart
beats in this
blinding light
the air on top of
the mountain
smells like a new day