As I debated within myself whether or not the “Untitled” poem should be left as is, or delve further into the mind, and what is being sought, I tossed these stanzas around. These are lost in the ether now, searching for a new poem to hopefully pick them up.
Other Lines
(2)
Descending fully into the valley
this was not the terrain I imagined.
Grey and black debris from mountain tops
craggy, sharp protrusions; thorns and devils club
I had to step with care
my bare feet and naked body.
I still hear the medicine man
not a voice in any language I understood
but guttural, merging and transforming
into a vibration.
Allowing and giving in to the “voice”
I let go of the pain with
each step and slow the loss of blood
I have come to accept for now.
This is my path.
I choose to be here.
(3)
I hear music from far reaches
a distant piano, it is all I
hear, nothing moves, as the stream
passed days ago, absent of wind
the valley is calm, still, silent
passive, inviting – lulled into
a current sleep my eyes close
and I see things I did not see.
