See things as they’re not
to see what’s beyond what you got on the spot,
a wider panorama, a deeper dig,
as a sleeper dreams, as a walker schemes
beyond the physical state of things,
draw expanding rings from your pebble-of-a-place
where you fell from space into this pond
and beyond, grow in grooves, move fluid…
if you always knew it, then do it,
bit by bit, spit the bitterness of the hum-drum out
of your clogged-up mouth, if you gotta, shout,
so you can again breathe easy,
blink and rethink first glances till you get trances
and see the seething on the surface of the ordinary…
only then will you sink deep and join the mass movement underneath
Almost didn’t make it out of Buenos Aires:
Fell asleep at the gate, emotionally drained,
woke up at last call
shaking like a drunk,
no control of my body,
my step unsteady, I forced myself to fly
even though I walked as if I couldn’t control where my feet
were to land and in which direction.
I could – but I felt under a spell
as if something-someone wouldn’t let me go.
Almost didn’t make it back from Bolivia.
Lingered at the threshold of a disappointing dream
searching for meaning,
Lingered in my shower’s cleansing heat
hoping for healing,
Lingered over my aunt’s homemade yogurt
groping for feeling
The flight’s closed, he said.
Let him go, they cried.
Shaking, I pleaded, like a refugee,
You must let me fly. Please.
My work here is done
and my life there goes on.
The gate opened, I slipped through.
Again, I am in the great between,
gates opening and closing around me
and I stumbling through…
what to?
A woman who loves me, whom I adore…
we are searching for more.
A megalopolis: fascination, inspiration,
opportunity, community, generosity, be what you want to be;
isolation, repulsion, contamination,
arrogance, decadence, inertia… I try to shake it all off, be me.
Work to be done, where to start?
and if begun, where will I end up?
Much as I love this liminal, I dread
getting stuck neither here nor there.
So I seek the land beneath me and all around
for a sign saying HERE!
Land, lay foundation, build your home,
grow the garden of your dreams
so that you may fall asleep inside or out,
open and close the gates at will.
I'm back, and will be posting regularly again.
Estoy de vuelta, y estaré escribiendo regularmente de nuevo.
Viendo todo por lentes
de repente te sientes distante
distanciado filtrado diferenciado
relegado a un lado apartado de la vida
al costado de la costa cuando
la acción acciona en alta mar
por eso
por telescopio
te proyectas
andando, nadando
por una ruta imaginaria
para que te lleve desde donde estés (eso ni sabes)
hasta allá donde te ves
empapado por las olas,
el va y viene
de aquí y ahora
¿te mojarás?
