I did not know the names
Of rock, tree, and bird
But I am learning.
Not for
Survival of the flesh
But of the spirit.
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The Guitar
Wider than me and nearly as tall was the guitar;
A deep and resonant belly and half-a-dozen nylon strings
Slid down the walnut neck to a simple, elegant head-stock.
The curve of the body rested concave on my knee
And I ran my fingers down the board’s deep grooves;
The strings were callously textured and I winced in the slide.
Grasping the neck with my tiny left hand, thumb resting low
And straight on the rounded back, I struggled to play the guitar-
Fit for someone else’s hands and fingers, maybe,
But mine were then and still are now too small and pained to try.
The Soil That Needs No Mending
What moments are like the ones
When children, anywhere, stumble
-At a sudden halt to their gallops, their runs-
Upon some abandoned structure, crumbled?
What rush of the sudden fireworks of dreams
That in the galaxy of a child’s eye beams
When first they sink bare feet in streams?
What moments are left us, when we are grown,
When we are mired by all that we’ve seen
And the seeds of malaise and mistrust have been sewn
In our aging garden, once hopeful and green?
Why, all of the moments are left to us still,
Compared to the cosmos, saplings on a window sill
Our earth is yet rich and yearns for the till.
Wanderlust
To that virtue of a Sagittarius!
That curious, insatiable thirst;
For new sights, sounds and smells
Erratic at its worst!
Send me to Angkor Wat,
Post me off to Neuschwanstein!
Drop me off, roadside at Marseilles,
I’ll saunter the time.
Find me at a Marrakesh bazaar,
Like a cat, wandering low
Spare me the skyscrapers, a hawk’s eye
And two feet can find better show.
Dreary sitting by a window,
Hearing the drum, and fantasy dance
Of experience unharvested
Of aching, rusting plans.
prince nothing 