Sure, it's different now.
You're in Hollywood, while I
grieve a geriatric mystic
whose mind imbalance rumbles raw
thanks to over-zealous medics.
You mention koans and talk of dralas,
the elemental energies, and question me
on the sound of one hand clapping.
I might reply It's important for that child
to have a red balloon.
We are at cross-wires.
I misinterpret your curiosity as condescension.
Am I cultivating imagination, you enquire?
In reply I ask Where is your enchantment
for the nutmeg trees and spirits that belong about the pond?
You swear the snakes are harmless,
and talk of villagers eyeing the
latest road builder, wondering when
the spirits will have his life,
such things do happen during highway construction,
when felling a sacred tree,
by the Asa Wright bird sanctuary
Meanwhile I explore deep time, stardust
a different ancestry, coming from
the other-than-human perspective.
I tell of children's workshops; storytelling
the birthing of elements and galaxies,
in voice and mime.
For some this is a turn off,
yet you email back
Keep up the swimming and sharing.
I reply You're married now, I am no longer
your earth's groundmg conduit to
the Goddess.
Sure we're on different wavelengths,
let's chat.
Dublin 2002
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