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Preparing for My Half-Century @ the Millennium
Leaving the settled places for a wilder Interior I make my pathless way past decrepit boundary fences between headwaters and secret fruit teaching me to nurture myself without coupons, cards and grocery aisles.
Each new morning I awake determined to hike deeper into the unmapped free of anxious asphalt and crusted concrete my naked soul-feet tramping further in.
I expect nothing. No living wild place can be crueler than my steel-bodied fellows disobeying traffic signals and god. No living wild place can be crueler than cold blood at bus-stops and shopping malls. No living wild place can be crueler than the absence of real work, the emptiness of raw data.
Still, I am not fleeing civil cruelties but re-training my naked feet to go beyond those bitter daydreams toward the muted sigh inside my poems like a heart murmur.
I tramp without weariness this effortless journey a coyote wail among the mountaintops loosens the glacial gates and the universe collapses under my feet.
I am sweetly lost in the cool percussion of tumbling jewels a torrent without hope as aimless as conception as fluid as slippery tongues.
I cannot remember being told to go or being regaled with Nirvana tales. Some sound was set within me delayed to go off like yearning. I’ve seen the hollow eyes of those who ignored their inner promptings-- I never want to be that dead.
So I’m heading deeper into this unsettled land where creativity and trust lead the way. I won’t be back any time soon-- but I’ll be ok-- half a century to the edge of my self-- I’m going in!
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