Friday, May 07, 2004

from
Loki Is Buried at Smoky Creek

Fred Wah


MOON DOG


the dog barks

on another street


two dogs bark

& the one in the sky


the stars

all bark at


the moon


stop yapping

and it hides in the mountains



THE CANOE, TOO


there is all that talk about northern waters

lakes with canoes sliding silently over the cold glass surfaces

      in the moonlight

and a mountain rising to the moon in its ice and snow

the rocky shore and its cold dry branches of driftwood waiting

for you to return alone in the still night

shimmering darkness


there is all that talk of this

and the mind wanders there in a canoe language carries

like a picture framing you in the black ice water


there is all this kind of talk and you listen to the words


the nothern lakes freeze

over the ice snow covers the valley

      and all the trees



HOW TO BE SOMETHING


dream about it

get the head back

into the body into

remembering

skin

imprint of shape

into inside

and look at what you do to yourself

say "mmmm"

remembering

don’t move

let yourself be caught

catch

move

very fast

as fast as you can

as you can


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:: note :: . . . gave these words to workshop participants . . . it seemed to fit the work . . .