Blue Bonnet Bar
Norman, Oklahoma

“How do you know but ev’ry bird that cuts the airy way, is an immense world of delight, clos’d by your senses five?”

            ~William Blake

GHOSTS

It is time we find our spirit animals

For we know they guide us 

Making sacred the earth

I am often afraid

I am no bear or wolf  

I thought I was a dove

Always watching

But I can’t stay put         

Like the whirling stars

Like a crow at a cantina

Becoming an old man

A ghost

With black pointy boots

Singing songs in human language

Making sacred the earth
Then vanishing

I must be a crow

For I have been a ghost all my life