Going Upstream

words need to speak

from wherever they exist

whether etched in stone

or scratched in ink

or painted 

my way in 

was only 

through words

no money changed hands

no property of any kind

just spoken words

I couldn’t find a way into those words since then 

for I was always way out

whenever I wanted to go back in

realizing I needed to reverse

fast going to brake just in time to take

an exit ramp back to those cadences

one hand braking the other hand speeding

riding upstream into Spain far from roads

taking me back to that far beginning

where I needed for nothing had it all

         approach me again

   approach me again in your tangles

   your landscape hurtles

      bruises my seeing 

                        beyond

   seeing light broken by

     colors of all color

one color

      plover at path side

   quills on my head

confusion come seeking me

now I approach through hills sleeping

land lights scented and beyond

through fragments of bones

skull on the mound

goat bells jangling

hooves running before me

into mysteries

secrets safeguarded

rapt in a furled wing

Made by Dick Russell

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