Blue Heron/Jose Garza

Stars, Tadpoles And Water

as a youth I often wondered

why everything needed a specific name

why a star swimming in the dark night sky

was not a tadpole swimming in water on the earth?

to understand that Crow is the keeper of knowledge is to say
a great many people would gasp and prefer the square hole
although they are by all outward appearance round peg legs
in the cycle of life-long yearning/learning to adjust

to the noise of falling rocket ships and dreams overhead

at the stock exchange at the bus stop shuffling their feet

in the unemployment line waiting for the highly esteemed
over priced politician to amputate what remains of hope
submerged beneath the junk pile of things to do places to be

actions reactions
and all these things

running together as they often do held prisoner by

chain smoking alcohol aspirin dope the next morning cancer and
aids

to prove how much we are dis-connected on from the other

from the tribe from the earth from water from touching

feeling the familiar roots of a familiar place familiar faces

in the clouds roll along day upon day in the sky of your dreams
reflecting the birth and movement of Stars and Tadpoles

itself a reflection of other worlds too quick for the eyes
other times

in other words

the bone laden fossil stones collected with a living pinch of
tobacco at the creek bed left by moving mountains of water
in the long ago teach tell us that our lives are not permanent

indentations on the sacred water sacred circle sacred red path

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