The High road prince of all challengers forgives
I was six years old,
green as the moss on the moist paving stones in winter
i was a cublike man, a manlike cub,
young, naive, intelligent, and pregnant.
my mind bubbled like a witches cauldron, hungry to step up,
to be tall, to be proud
like my father,
like my fathers father
like my fathers, fathers, father.
he shot the arrow straight into the air, grabbed my arm and we ran for cover.
spring 1979 he was mindless and highly unpredictable,
I left him there, damning the waters of his own salvation.
A virus begins.
and now as i stand here and ponder
the sensation stirs wonder and boundless strands of translucent yes fibers into the air,
like a child sneezing unreservedly in a crowded elevator offering his condition freely to those around him.
only this virus is intrinsically wholesome in nature
like a plague, to grow new limbs where old ones once stood.
an army of white blood celled soldiers whose only job
is to burn through rotting parts which no longer serve
like an atrociously uncontrolled wild fire,
like the shape your mouth makes when
you say i love you.
i can see it in my minds eye
and when i allow its influence to become the
seed for whats to grow next
all i can hear is laughter
not the laughter of the shallow hearted,
not the laughter at the cost of another
but the laughter that fills the chest cavity with mamas earth birthing power,
the laughter that knows no boundary could ever even scarcely attempt to contain its grandeur
the laughter of the small child
before the child knows what laughter is
the laughter you taste in your eyes as you step through the door
of yesterdays mistakes, and into the vastness of tomorrows potential
the laughter that fuels your capacity to stand before a flock of
hot greasy mouthed poker faced monsters named crack down, back breaker, and star stomper,
who all surround you and simultaneously attack, spitting extremely corrosive acidic venom
at your face.
stand there so strongly in your laughter, that it turns into a forcefield of forgiveness
that infuriates your attackers into a mass of spontaneously combusting toddlers who spin
like dervishes until they too sprout power points of light from which the ineffable laughter you gave them spills.
the laughter of the green night.
the laughter of the high road prince of all challengers.
the laughter of true love.