Sunday, March 20, 2011

Moments

These Passing Moments


Child of the moment gleaming from no where?....

From what wonder star galaxy bright swirling ....

the dim earth that sadly sells for a thin dime. ....

The coffin box there lies for all to see, but people....

just past it by hungry for strange wailing ghost with toys. ....

Where do you come from and where are you going?....

Did you know the grey showers outside are gleaming....

in sad rivers going no where but the boisterous sea.....

Child of the moment gleaming green from no where,....

the melody pours forth so refined disappearing to the space.....

A boy eleven with his instrument by an old church ....

playing much better than a professional on Easter Eve ....

as birds listened fascinated while others drifted to work.....

Later, Michio, a Japanese guy with sarong and tank top....

and a flowing beard playing his shakuhachi and drum....

~isn’t this what they loved, instead of so much television?....

The ocean was out there, as people suntanned,....

but the colorful playground was empty before us.....

There was a long conversation before us, but....

he had certainly a plane, then a train to catch….....

The long haired, bearded Japanese one was on a long trip....

to Macchu Picchu, then staying in ....Belize.... for the rest....

of the year in a rundown old cottage by the sea,....

eating fish and laying naked under naked stars....

with his childhood friends Miguel Suertes Blanco,....

and Bianca Rodriguez and their seven children....

in their tattered old clothes and rundown shanty....

by the blue curling river with abundant fish.....

Sitting under the shady green strumming the charango....

to long lost memories of olden songs his mother sang.....

There will be old Mariachi bands, Peruvian flutes,....

Faraway drumming as the purple rain falls.....

Laying there with the toucan and sliding snake....

on the old rustic hammock enjoying the breeze. ....

He will change his shade with the misty moon,....

and appear later as the frightful yellow leopard hidden....

deep in the cave shouting at the misty moon!....

Perhaps, he now never needs to return to ....Japan....? ....

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