Lately, I have been thinking about how shamanism and poetry deal with the unseen world, not our visible world, which is why I don’t write political or current event poems. Every Saturday, I offer to anyone who ventures into Vicki’s studio a spontaneous poem,
AKA “Close Encounters of The Third Word. On the last Saturday of July, I took my poetry gig to a small craft fair
at Remedy Coffee on Lomas in Albuquerque.

The following is what I have been writing recently at Mary McGinnis’s writing group:

ART HAS NO REFLECTION

Art confounds our sense of causality,
as an owl is boxed in by biology,
the offense of sadness sits like beatitude,
like the swoosh that hides just under the wind.

To compare thee with a tensile moon
defers the inconvertible truth of vanity,
the solemn cast that falls away, invincible,
like midnight, like a lugubrious echo,

that harkens back to Byzantine belief,
in the sanctity of the lips of the ocean,
the uncut joy of a time and space solution,
where calamity can be undone under a sonnet’s gaze.

The magnitude that memory cannot evade,
like seaweed, like the mermaids sweetly singing.