Waves

Oceans separating land masses and in long ago times it could seem the world had many worlds, so far away, separate from each other.

And so there were villages and then towns and cities and finally nations with powers and governments and national customs spread across all the neighborhoods.

Here’s a poem about what I see as the wave of now.

And some made-in-America music as lagniappe

Complicated Life with Clint Maedgan  & The Preservation Hall Jazz Band:

WAVE OF NOW

I fell in love

with a Burmese monk

and a polar bear

from the north pole

And I only recently

found myself

caring about

the bees,

who normally

made me flee

in fear of stings

For a few years now

I have adored

from afar

the kind gaze

of Tibetan nomads

A sensitive soul

has recently made me aware

of sacred lands in my own country,

most recently Bear Butte

While others speak

with love of gardens

and farms.

Chinese children

lost in giant earthquakes

and Indonesians

in floods

and floods

and floods in

Midwest, in

Gulf Coast America

and floods and

floods and fires

fires burning

in California.

All around the world

the land and the

life upon the land

and I see there is no

there has never been,

no there is none

anywhere I look

it does not exist

it is not there,

there is no

there is no

there is no

Independence.

Mr. Thelonious Monk — Blue Monk (Thelonious Monk – piano. Charlie Rouse – tenor. Larry Gales – bass. Ben Riley – drums/played in Oslo, April 1966 – couresty of YouTube’s rboliveira)