I’m out here
Waiting for you
You’ll find me
After lunch
At the Allalin
Out in the garden
Under the glacier
At the long table
The red one
Near the pine trees
Or if not here
I’ll be up on
The grassy bank
Near the near side
of the Crystale
You’ll find me
Waiting for you
As you enter
On the poetry bus
Chanting
“Dig in the dirt now
It won’t hurt now”
As we throw away or gather in
an image or a question or a red thread
As we speak our dreams
from the heat to the hear
To the heart to the hearth
To the middle of mud to
the first circle the creation cycle
We listen we hold on
Tomorrow we will do the same
We do not disappear
We eat our words
They are nutricious and satisfying
Here in the sunlight under the glacier
And we am grateful
So we bow to the mountains
We bow to the sky
We bow to the great momma
Who’s happening by
We praise the poems
that make us cry
Or laugh or sigh or wander
Or wander off
When we’ve had enough
We praise the one that takes too long
The one that comes into us
Like a song
The one you never wrote
The one that catches in your throat
The one that makes you yawn
The one you suddenly own
The one you dare
The one you try for the first time
The one that arrives
As surprise or this morning at sunrise
The understanding one
The one that gives you rant for the rope
The one that got away
The one that catches in your throat
The one stuck in the craw
The one for the crow the one for the crew
The laconic one the ironic one the one that says nope
You see me/ I’m here
I’m your poet laureate
I have my lasso
So don’t worry
You can’t go wrong
I’m here
At the garden’s edge
Like an egg on the horizon
And if it rains
We’ll make a contingency plan
Maybe inside near the bar
Or upstairs in my room
We’ll find a place
So don’t go away
I’ll be there
Will you be there?
Ok then
Ok