Swan and Drought

I am defined by blue,
blue sky, blue water.
Cloud white I am, once
a cloud floating on water.

I circle and circle
the summer sky
looking for the still blue pond--
gone.

I long to float on water
to feel the coolness seep
beneath my feathers,
my body buoyant as air itself.

I am tired of circling this sky.
I want the rain to slide
underneath my translucent wings,
to rest on the pond
nestling my beak into my soft body.

Seasons pass. No water.
How long can I be a cloud
empty of rain?
How long can the sky
hold only white clouds?
 

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The only awareness that can save the world
is the reclaiming the awareness of the world.
That is what poetry does.
                                      
                                                --Allen Ginsberg

The 
Fox
Path

I 
want
 to
 follow
 the 
fox
path

and 
enter
 a
 different
 world;

become 
swift,
light
footed

wear
 an 
outrageous 
fur
 coat

aim 
like 
an 
arrow

toward 
my 
earthen 
home

​dream 
fox
 dreams


in 
my 
hidden 
den

slip 
into 
the 
womb

of 
hibernation,
 melodic
 and 
serene

and
 always 
in 
tune


to 
the
 perfect
 hues 
of 
spring.

I 
want 
to 
follow 
the
 fox
path—

the
 unknown 
beckoning;

the 
ancient
 world 
of 
smell,

the
 true 
field 
o f
touch,

paw
 to
 ground,
 nose
 to
 wind

fur
 radiating
 out
 north, 
south,
 east
 and 
west.

I
 want
 to 
follow 
the 
fox
path

and 
forget
 my
 humanness.

I
 want
 to 
follow
 the 
fox
path

every 
morning
 I 
awake.

 
Published in Language of the Awakened Heart, Fund for Global Awakening Press, 2000 and ViVace, 2009.