Healers being healed,
Drumming, weaving in frayed circles
Over and over and over and over
Wounds open
Tears seeking salvation by other means
Sigmund said normal is,
to love and to work.
Healing and being healed in this place
is addiction shunning
alcohol, abuse, red meat, and worldly pressure
Nodding knowing looks
she says that “Spirit told me to be here,
Me, I’m almost throwing up in my Jeep driving to the airport
as before a high school football game
in Boston 47 years ago
crisp smelling green field, unknown threat
Gentle, native, medicine man healer
I trusted, supported, cared for
now leading instant, dervish, white coven harpies screaming
Healer says to all that Raven knows
my next airplane will crash
and all will die especially me
Riveted full of kind, broke, dancing loonies still
I’m scared in the airport soon the plane to board
as if this menace was not said
I will get on this airplane
clutching my family love beads, Soul born new each day
with forced respect of Raven
Family now, moment of intense presence
My job’s done, loves protected as well as I could
I give myself to God, Fate, Karma and whatever else is holy
I wish I knew but can’t make things up
or believe what I’m told
Wheels up
At least I’m in first class
Captain sounds confident
Not climbing fast enough for me
remembering Avianca never did make it up
except back to the airport
plain stewardess smiling
who said eleven in the morning was too soon to drink?
Imagine dying with cheap peanuts in my mouth
How can I go through life convinced
that ninety percent of the people I meet are true believers?
Herman Melville said,
“All deep earnest thinking is but the intrepid effort of the Soul
to keep the open independence of her seas?
I’m trying Herman
At this moment, it’s Charlie (1), (True Believers 3)
Colorado Rocky Mountain high
not a bad place to die
scattered in such beauty
Touchdown
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