Life isn’t about finding yourself, or finding anything.
Life is about creating yourself, and creating things.
Skylark / series of dreams 1
O spirit I never wanted to catch you
And you never wanted to be caught
Like the small owl my son and I found
In my father’s garage in last night’s
Dream the door open like a diagnosis
The strange bird looking out at us
Sitting on an old office chair
We rolled it out into the driveway
Where I spent so many hours
Playing basketball and one new
Year’s eve climbed the pole and stepped
Over to the garage roof and watched
The new year’s silent entrance the sky
Unchanged for my gratitude and unchanged
To this day I can still remember it the steel
Cold dark the pinholes of stars the blinding
Emptiness overflowing the horizon
Inside the muffled whoops and in the lowlands
Of the suburbs assorted firecrackers snapped
Like small minds and while i remember that step
From the pole of childhood to the roof of my second
Decade I still do not remember
Ever coming back down and below there in the dream
Through the open garage door the owl
Flew with a silent explosion of motion
Across the street and then came back
Man, Jeff, you know how to take a person places! Wonderful!
Oooh, nice one.