And now I understand
Why the shaman willfully
Removes himself from society
It’s not to think
But rather to unthink
Life has a way
Of winding us up
Setting us about spinning
Like little toy tops
Bumping into the other
On the way to
God knows where that
At some point some
Of us climb mountains
Or walk into forests
Tired of being dizzy
All of the time
He makes me happy
He brings out the
Boy in me and
I bring out the
Man in him an
Elusive exchange of roles
One that provides memory
And one that provides promise
One that allows recollection
Of happier easier times
One that affords hope
For a better tomorrow
Our own time machine
After our Supreme Courts
Decision to eliminate autonomy
Over a woman’s body
I heard the oddest
Sound pop then pop
And pop pop pop
Very very strange indeed
Then more and more
Pops pop pop pop
Pop pop pop popping
A thunderstorm of popping
Now I know why
It was all the
Heads that have been
Buried in the sand
Popping up and realizing
That a government that
Gives freedoms can also
Remove them nothing
Is ever really guaranteed
I can’t shake off
This sadness this despair
It’s like waking from
A dream that I
Can’t forget it’s like
Knowing that I should
Break up with her
But how how do
I leave the one
Person I’ve ever known
This is how I
Feel about my country
My land my home
And now today I
Finally understand how others
Around the world feel
Sometimes in our lives
All that is required
Is grabbing the hose
And watering the dirt
With no intention really
Of ever growing anything
But it does give
Us time to think
And sometimes that time
Results in a yield
Harvested in the future
