Fast Day 214 July 9 2011 {Homecoming Into Mist}

Homecoming Into Mist

they await us
they await us at home,
they await us when
we have gone away by water.
they await our canoes

they read of us
they read of us in books
they read of us when
the dances are no longer danced
and no songs bathe newborns

they fall in love
they fall in love with us
they pant like summer when
they see our buff, painted bodies
they finger our coming

they look for us
they stand like trees on hills
and look for us when
there's nothing but the river mist
crestfallen are they

they will fight us
they will fight us at home
and will fight us when
we have come with peaceful gifts
they await with knives

--

Fast Day 15 September 14, 2007 {Penelope Dreams Of Odysseus}

There's no end in sight for this fasting.
Worse yet, now the entire World of Islam has started fasting for four weeks.


Penelope Dreams of Odysseus

Penelope knew that trick thing he did on the beach...
lying there naked and quite exhausted,
feigning sleep or comatose
condition vegetative,
yet hardly so...
a "mast" of his wreck'd craft,
sunken, invisible,
yet lofted a soggy pennon, remnant
of a shirt.
They laughed.
That's when she fell in love with him.

Now he's been gone 10 years and she's gotten used
to his image naked of touch and smell,
stripped of memory
almost; deep roots
she cannot reach.
He's either dead this long time...
(wait)...or does that Beach Blanket Trick thing
for some trampy
Nauticaali whore on a
Cancun golden beach.
She listened to the birds' morning news!