by David Bolton.
1
I follow a shrouded goddess
the sun is hollow, the ocean flat
oh, to see her face… touch those velvet
lips before she flows over that wall of sand.
on the shore I lose her
and I sense I cannot pass
Not my time.
2
The spider spins its flower into the absurd
beyond the curtain an uncertain dimension
a jumble of questions, who’s the wiser?
a crow or Leonard Cohen?
what if I stumble into a black hole?
would the yarn come undone? be there a puppeteer?
Is this act a tragedy or comedy?
3
I go for strolls in the smoky corridor
I wear an N95 and walk 18
the edgy world turning grey
can’t see across the bay
wonder if ol’ Scratch plays.
when the curtain tumbles will
liars shed their masks?
4
Why? they ask. Why this madness?
ten thousand years not enough?
wonder what it was like in Ancient Rome
when Atilla stormed the stage
no time for debate, the final
act had begun
Everything came undone.
5
In the garden Baby Buddha plays the flute
his mute melody keeps me aligned
we are but stardust, said the good scientist
I live the days, dreaming of
the goddess by the sea
I plant seeds of kindness in
this scarred old soul…
and so it goes.