rhythm and ocean meditation #1
for Pamela and Gerald
your hand molds the terra cotta of my soul
i am a bowl.
you may line me with mysterious fragments
of earth’s rough turf and rosebuds,
blanket me with a silken sky;
throw multicolored prayer beads in my bell,
pelting me with your deep lovecraft
your wet grapefruit pulp
red and quick as pomegranate seeds.
basket my care in the willow branches of your smile
tap tap tap on my hard root shell
release my watery sorrow
my berry-stained passion
my homemade music
dust my flint with your feathers and
sharpen my strength with your own.
you protect my spirit.
the hard and soft of me
the rust crust of me;
my unknowing, my not-caring.
douse my dry grasses with laughter, compassion, and the holiest
of your waters
eat my love
Many years ago a friend of mine was getting married and asked me to write a poem to commemorate the event. I came up with “rhythm & ocean meditation #1.” I like the poem, but if someone asked me to write a poem for their wedding, today, I would go about it differently. Pamela and Gerald didn’t stay married, but I did publish the poem in my 2005 collection, Urban Junkstar.