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April 3rd, 2013 § 1 comment

Poem #81 for Audrey Dimola

 

My feet started walking

then faster, a turn here a turn there

and I am climbing a mountain…

 

Dark luscious trees guard me from the cold wind

when a path appears, jagged, leading in five directions

 

I chose the narrow one, the neglected one

 

Lost in my mental confusion

I turn the barrel and march forward

digging fingers in the mud as I cling to

branches and boulders climbing above the clouds

Standing atop this mountain

needing to go higher

through the maze unseen but trusted to lead the way

 

There is sun, then heat, wind

black clouds laid over white

storm clouds twirling with blue

but I turn the barrel again

the deep gray rains down on me

as I remain a boy laughing, inches from the sky

 

One mountain becomes four

becomes seven, becomes fifteen,

like walking in place as the earth rotates

multiplying reflections of various cities

in just a few moments

as the barrel continues to turn

 

A few rocks fall out of the wall

and I watch them slowly disappear, reappear

then gone again, devoured by color and light

 

Eyes to the sky,

black to blue

green to blood red

all become braided prismatically before my very eyes

as the viewfinder exposes a city-wide rainbow

end to perfect end, encroaching on me

then washing over my path with a motley overload of all creation

 

Turn the barrel, reset the mirrors, open eyes

and the path ends

I rest, trying to understand this dimension I have just climbed into

the only human for miles as the vultures circle overhead,

perfectly patterned

as if we exist only as someone’s toy

 

And if I am just a piece of a game, then I cannot fall…

Nice and slow…

 

Turn the barrel, open eyes

and I now am crawling where paths do not dare go

sweating ice

wind holding me in place against this thousand foot wall

keeping me alive

breathing, meditating

colors raging by faster and faster

 

Nice and slow…

 

The closer to the goal, the faster it seems to spin

until I slip

rainbow to red, light to blackout

the dark clouds of Sauron billowing towards me

from another mountain which appears from the mist

 

Turn the barrel, faster and faster

muscles searing with pain clothes filthy body soaked

I march on, forward,

towards or away I will never know

 

until I reach the summit

 

…and the air disappears;

 

silence lays over this ocean and land

meditating

more quiet than silence itself

as if the game is over

toy in box

lid closed

 

I feel the barrel turn

once more

as the sun peeks at me

once more,

satisfied to end this spontaneous journey,

our appreciations admirably mutual.

 

As I make my descent,

I am saturated

empty with peace

filled with the truth of the natural world

released from want

from desire

 

We often create kaleidoscopes to see

the wonder that can come of light and mirrors

 

and all I needed to do

all along

was just climb a mountain

 

 

 

af

 

 

 

 

(written with pen on paper)

§ One Response to kaleidoscope

  • Anthony says:

    So, Audrey is awesome and got 15 poems from me. This is the first, a long tale about a hike that I had in my recent trip to Los Angeles. I enjoyed writing Audrey’s poems because she gave me some tricky topics to cover. First up, Kaleidoscope…

    THANK YOU!!!! I Am Grateful!!!

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