Present

for reasons of joining together

the sheets of skyway

above our slow river journey:

float the sheet of stars

better get you some safety pins

and remeber the sponge made of eyes

to catch the milky way dripping.

these are the high mountains westward, ho-

no medieval forest thick

with the sweat of serfs and echoes lamenting,

no grease of church nor stench of lords foul this place.

proud shoulders and straight backs

sit the canoes expertly skating the blue waters.

the breath of wild horses run clouds over clear desert rims.

oil your skin and drink enough water.

North of Maya

there lies in the clearsight shining

sanctuary beckons in the depths of understanding.