(a poem in celebration of the Lakelights Art and Music Festival 2015)
Burn your ties, bring your love.
Like a child in the clover fields. Follow
the path of welcome signs.
Balance yourself where you are, spread your toes
sink your bones into the earth and witness.
Without reconnaissance. Startled. Sedate.
Seeking kindness in the void.
There are places for laughter
in your throat, pulling from the belly.
as the creation of the universe. Joy
let me tell you a story about the oyster
a stranger said
with a smile as wide as summer afternoons
it belongs to you,
(stay with me.)
you are the oyster. Dance this around
in your head like stars. Unabbreviated.
Love rises like sea foam. Splitting. Throw it open
like the shores of Spain, Ireland
and lakes in small towns where corn stalks sway
the artists rise like storms thundering
the sound of dancing feet, bare, drums
pounding sleek, warm with body
heat cool as sipping air between your lips. mandating
rituals new as a child’s first cry old as harvest moons.
Halcyon roots of Mesopotamia
Kaleidoscope sutures loose as limbs
on Whitman, Frida Kahlo and ragtime beats.