Tuesday, March 7, 2017

Desert Stars

Photo by Wally Pacholka

"Who wants to understand the poem must go to the Land of Poetry"
...... Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

To Stars

With age, I've learned to watch my feet.
I've become cautious of falls,
the honest frailty of bones
and equally fragile, the choices
found at every crossroad.
Time makes us bend.
We learn the habit
of looking down.
I was blessedly no where
just some where between 
"here" and "there"
a truck stop off I-40
falling off the edge of the world
into a nameless desert town,
into a sweet black halcyon midnight
After a summer rain
wet, shining asphalt
the smell of diesel, and chaparral
(below,  some where between
my feet and eternity)

reflected, you made your puddled,
gracious descent:
luminous Orion,
and faithful Sirius,
the dog star.
Antares, the scorpion's tail,
the Pleiades,
dancing in Indra's shining jewel net.
And the Big Dipper
offering forever


I Stood Poised Upon the Edge of Town
and Heard the Blue Stars Singing

Weary ideas rise and fall
into blessed exhaustion,
the mind retreats

I taste the  blood-red honey wine
I entered a lucid dream,
and found a lucid life.

Through an open window, 
Night reveals a black, far horizon
a landscape layered 
with memories made of memories

I hear the blue stars singing

     "Wait for me,
       Wait for me"

I wish I could tell you
what I have seen
in the homelands.

in that country,
we are of each other at last......

You take my hand, we walk together
in that green and splendid meadow.
I offer you a glass,
you raise your cup to mine.
Lips touch

a butterfly rises between us,
flies into the morning
from the other side
of forever.

Through an open window,
I hear the blue  stars singing.......
While I write this in a small, dark room
a cluttered here, a  mute now

wishing I could be young again,
wishing I could feel
something other than foolish.

I will always remember you
always between
regret and joy
hello and goodbye
delight and sorrow
truth and lies

that bright
endarkened landscape
I saw you in.


1 comment:

Trish and Rob MacGregor said...

These poems are stunning, Lauren. They really evoke a sense of place,of timelessness,a spiritually nomadic journey.