Beholding a Harvest Moon, I am.
Churning and turning into Fall,
With entropy a-knockin' at my door,
And yet set in full sail,
With the second winds of life,
And the tail winds of an Autumn's encore.
Born in this city, a native of several generations;
Grew up in the same neighborhood
And attended the same West Seattle High School
As Richard Hugo, the poet.
Perhaps it might be something in the soil,
The ethos of place.
Left for college in California,
Returning with the Salmon
Several years ago.
Born on her hill
As was my mother
As was she...
Still too young
To dance with Chicago,
She dances with me
As old man New York sits
While I waltz
Flush with glee.
Not far from the Sunday Ballroom Cathedral
of her hills,
In the riverlands of the Duwamish,
I sweet sleep deep,
Craddled in the folds and holds,
Of night harbor music
and the lyrical tapestry
of her arms...
Five year salmon
Jeweled and gemmed
And king fish crowned
Returning full loop to Puget Sound
Through endless and oceaned pools of loss,
Having left behind those several many
Strewn about in cruel seasons of storms
and caught in the rivers’ thatch
They swell and swollen to hatch,
Circling back from sea wide odyssey,
Carrying the genetic banner of honor
Missioned before the millennia of sunrises,
Anteceded before the rivers sculpted
The rock and stone
From the many long times ago,
An unending passion
Fulfilled and quenched
in spawned-out endings
From thrusts of life
of all the young to come
Expatriated in halves-of-decades
And the pain-sweet circle of birth
And travels of travail
To homecomings of tattered ecstasy
Piqued in memories
of aqua-mapped topography,
These noble cousins
Of old elephants
Wandering away to die -
Of three score and ten,
Pushed off for their one-way
Canoe ride to future blessings
And ancient dreams enroute
To the sweetbitter noblesse oblige’
Of down-side-up joie de vivre’
And the last ride home
From wayward boundings -
Salmon and man
And the homings and roamings
Of feathered minions -
Hawks and Swallows Capistrano,
Pacific Groved and Monarched Butterflies
And ghost flocks of Passenger Pigeons,
In the rhythmic and staccatoed cadence
Of ancestral journeys
Across the dawnings of time...
Interests: Genealogy, Horticulture, Garden Design, Pomology, Oratory, Linguistics, Bohemians, Literati, The Jazz Age, Carl Sandburg, Politics,
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