Yes, you will see me in a suit,
but you will also see me water
swishing, sky falling, ice cream
licking, scuba diving, belly
aching, question asking, snow
boarding, philosopher imitating,
and category breaking.
Yes, I stand alone, for my journey
has led from one edge of one peak
to the next. In valleys I have
despaired but pressed on, always.
On peaks I smile and look upward and
forward, and I say thank you,
but not to God.
You are lightning in a bottle,
you wait for me to uncork your
excitement. I ask you who you
are and your answer is electric.
I am thus teased.
I inhale the air of oxen and
ocean. When I exhale, my warmth
rejoins the earth from which I
am made and shall rebecome. But
rebecomings are preripe for the
speaking of. On this day, our
day, we call for conquest and
dance: we create for ourselves
that which even now is birthed
inside of ourselves, that which
we have been waiting to release
The air is crisp. Let us commence
fun before our bones are crickety.
A word of warning:
In my youth, I drank swiftly
from a deep, deep well; the sweet
waters of this well overflowed
from my lips, spare droplets
hit the floor, my heart was
golden. It was my move to
drink but it was Lady Luck
who drew me in to the deep,
deep well, the well of my
deep, deep awakening.
After drunk from the sweet
waters of the deep, deep well,
I sputtered on to new wells,
different wells, commonplace
wells, wells not so sweet,
wells not so deep.
Now I am moved by the bitterness
that touched me to seek out for
my self--to seek? No, to create!
To create a new well, a deep,
deep well, a well of sweet waters.
I can smell the
sweetness even now.