Another Run For It
Leaving you today
where the machinery of eternity
churns out another day
Where the commotion of sanity
squeals on the hub
Where false fronts give way
to the wavering distance
Leaving these careful streets
Clearance sales and car washes
for a walk into the cascading mirage
outside of the mulberry menu
to hunt and carouse
with the wild Gods
The ones with broken teeth
and a handful of stones
Become an outcropping of basalt
that ten thousand years cannot deform
If you can feel the stillness you can
learn its movements
in and out
weaving into your side
Leaving fistfuls of labels
Discernment by class
and ambition on cue
Leaving the colorful ideals
and doleful slaves
of government run programs
Walk away
Follow the coyote
The hawk
The ever-faint remains
of my footprints into unknowns
where we erect the new world
with statues of dreams we had
as children that we were not meant to leave behind
Run with the hunters at dusk
Sing beneath moons which
illuminate our faces silver and untamed
If you listen to the silence you can
hear sand against stone
breeze against hollow sky
The ancient wheel turning
Be the ever growing hush
of the golden eagle in desert sky
Be the new breath
of wind slowly
turning the wheel
Be the creature you were born
looking for snowmelt in the moraines
The true savior is leaving behind
the savior that keeps you
