A bird, dark feathered, broad, sirens
a pregnant-woman-crossing-the-desert alarm.
Wind displaces the things long loosened
from their origins. Wind displaces dreams.
Wind manipulates the bird, and the bird
maneuvers the wind.
Under the summer sun a pregnant
woman crosses the lines. May her daughter, her son
chart her dream that has a shape pre-Magellan.
Lower your guns, vigilants. A pregnant woman
screams an alarm- wind dislodges
everything already slackened.
Poets and Dreamers
San Clemente, CA
So we travel on earth seeking the terrain of Poetry, walking through wilderness and empty landscape or visiting those ancient sites like Dholavira in far-western Gujarat, or Mykenai in the Greek Peloponnese, or the Arawak campsite on eastern Carriacou in the Grenadine Windward Isles, pursuing that authenticity of experience in a form of antique material reality...
Kevin McGrath 🐚Yoga of Poetry
“Dare to live the life you have dreamed."
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