Saturday, March 29, 2008

A Short History of the Cat



author’s note:

“The cat will mew and the dog will have his day.”
                    --  Shakespeare, from Hamlet


A SHORT HISTORY OF THE CAT

A short history of the cat
would go
something like:
rrrryyeeeeeerrrrreeeeeooooowwww!

But haven’t we all
been stepped upon?

However...

a short history of the cat
would also speak
of the luxury
of softly-closed eyelids
and
pppaaaaaaaaaaaaa
uuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrr
on the sunlight sofa:
pppaaaaaaaaaaaaa
uuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

But we all must
be stepped upon

to awaken.


© 2008, Michael R. Patton
COMMON CAT COURAGE

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Wednesday, March 19, 2008

I Am Here



author’s note:

“The Universe is not just stranger than we imagine.  The Universe is stranger than we can imagine.”
                  --  Charles Fort

Yes, but I can’t stop trying to imagine.


I AM HERE

I had fallen back--
after another day
of wringing my head--
when I heard a voice
I could not ignore
tell me, gently:
              “I am here.”

A voice ambiguous
a voice unknown--

and when I asked,
“Who’s there?”

I received no answer

yet I still felt comforted.

Perhaps that dark woman
in my dream finally spoke--

but if so,
wasn’t I just
talking to myself?

How can I know?

I’d hoped the voice
might be a visitation
from some source
that could heal me.

But instead I’m reminded:
I am still dim--

I feel teased, tantalized--

to be mocked
after a day of stitching rags,
where the gains seemed so small
and so costly.

And yet...and yet...

tonight
when I lay down--
when my hour has smoothed
to a few ruffles
from undersea currents--

I still hope I hear
that voice of mystery
tell me:
             “I am here.”

© 2008, Michael R. Patton

dream life
earnest audio

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Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Endless Flow


author’s note:

Another poem posted previously and recently given some small, significant changes.

I’ve learned to follow my intuition.

But I haven’t yet learned not to doubt.


ENDLESS FLOW

After deciding to obey
what I know to be right...

having listened
to the high-frequency hum
that gives me my instruction...

having listened
but objected

but finally capitulated and then

capitulated again and again

until worn down
to a mound of salt--

I allow the basin of water
to be poured upon
my dissolving head
and down my spine
as I bow here.

Water
endlessly
pouring.

© 2008, Michael R. Patton

dreaming of steps

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Thursday, March 06, 2008

Mountain Medicine



author’s note:

A poem previously posted and recently revised.  A poem for a friend who has moved on.


MOUNTAIN MEDICINE

Thank you for climbing
that mountain and planting
a flag and a tree.

I thought that mountain
was a hill--from where I stood
the climb did not look
so steep.   You warned me--

but I could not feel the pain
you felt--I had difficulty enough
just feeling what I felt.

Perhaps I was tricked
by seeing how quickly
you ascended.  Sometimes I think
you were born halfway up
that mountainside.

Whereas I started at the foot,
or even below--in a hole.

We have different ways--
as is necessary--but still
all paths have thorns
and death--

so your instructions
have been helpful--when I remember them
(though even then
  I often have trouble swallowing
  the truth).

But rest assured:
I’ve resolved to keep the medicine
you vesseled for us

and to add a few drops
of my own.

© 2008, Michael R. Patton
shameless self-promotion

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