I wrote this poem in Caracas in 1987. It is a favorite of my beloved from my book released later this month. I am excited to share poems celebrating Earth and humanity, and commemorating family and self.
POEM #201287
White wall, Spanish, textured,
scarlet cushion,
Gregorian chants from Hungary,
a whistle
(in the background a commercial)
my black pen moving
left - to - right
a bubble-uble—ing
goldfish swim in random patterns,
I clear my throat
and think
and what of this
and what is this
that is or is it
or is it not an it at all
or not at all
or all or nothing
my eyes blink, tight, tired, dry,
from crying,
from happiness
Gracias a Dios,
last night,
Bach's B Minor Mass,
this morning's mass,
Armenian Orthodox and
painting my door ivory,
a ham sandwich,
sitting on our balcony
with my wife and hot tea
darkness comes
Thanks be to God
God be thanked
Be God and thankful
Full of God and being
Be full and still
Still
White wall, Spanish, textured,
scarlet cushion,
Gregorian chants (from Hungary)
Here in Caracas
in our monastery
Thanks to the Most High
Glory be to Thee on High
All thanks and glory be Thine
All mine and
Mind is All in All
Listen to the song
the singing rises, falls and rises again,
brooding, sitting, setting
and back and forth,
the Middle Ages to Robocop
the Buddha almost smiles,
the mirror, reflections of reality
the path to the forest shrine, and
The books, papered, colored,
In disorderly rows
to be read and
what was said, oh
my head,
to get ahead,
go ahead,
little shepherd
seeking the child
Jesus
O barefoot kid yourself
who grew up to bare
yourself before God as
heir and before humanity as
sibling
Thank you
O Lamb of God who taketh
away the illusions of this world
and who taketh us to
the mysteries of the Other World
in the midst of this world
Glory be to Thee
Lightness, rising and falling and
rising again
and is dinner ready
and will I be ready
already willing
already being
and what of you?
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