for David Meltzer
- A story has rained,
- reigned upon our (un- &) conscious minds
- “... whether we chose
- to believe it or not,”
- The dream comes (with its uni-verse)
- like the flooding of the Nile
- & each flood, its variations,
- whether spiritual,
- astronomical
- psychological &/or political;
- each must touch the body of man/woman
- either building it, stretching it
- molding, breaking or killing it . . .
- We can . . . we must feed each
- other; we are all other,
- not the quick advertisement we are selling
- Dig your ditches soon enough;
- dig them deep (far & wide) enough
- to handle the next inundation
- of adventure (& yes, Mom, I won’t forget
- to weed!) & pray, if I know enough
- to tell if this plant is of use
- for the story moves us forward
- or we do not move forward.
- We know it is made up
- with words we use everyday
- & dreams we have dreamt,
- whether we remember them or not . . .
- & that somewhere, the word
- for our “dream” is but one letter away
- from becoming “comfort, salvation,
- peace . . .” The right combination
- of our conscious blood, sweat &
- laughter (tears, like the flood, are
- a gift) can change this word to the one
- we think is better or richer or true . . .