by Author Name Withheld 131

Created on: September 23, 2009

Revolutions

to an old man that sits alone his kitchen and

the one-legged grave-digger

to the seven wild geese that mock me twice a day

to the petticoat prophet and the children of light

to a two am train wailing through a mass of fog and

to the trees

to home alone and lonely

to my bed and my dogs and a bottle of wine

in a hot bath on a summer night

to all who suffer (tout le monde)

to song and dance and sea-water

burning my eyes

to sleepless nights and

days spent on my back in the rain

to him and her and that one over there

to dusty shelves and tattered pages

to all my friends-

none forgotten, and

to the dreams of their children

to all things living and all things not and

everything in between or beyond

to sunlight and snow

to the safety of my home and

warm furry blankets

to the fire

to our temperamental mother ocean

to our over-protective father earth

who wants to keep us at home until

we are ready to spread our seed

to our tethered moon always watching

to His Holiness the Dalai Lama and

to infinite compassion and eternal peace

to the great thinkers

to death and the infinite mind

to hysterical laughter and bouts with insanity

to the only little girl that

ever brought me flowers and

shared my bed countless

forever nights

to another revolution with all of you

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