now half way through this thick
book i’m swimming in Nietzsche
and mayan calenders crop circles
that communicate from the stars
Rudolph Steiner who communicates
with Lucifer and some other fellows
i’d rather not know Waldorf looks quite
tame beside his extraterrestrial visitations
be great to quit reading, but this memory
i have of playing with a christ figure in the clouds
speaking coherently with tree goddesses
getting wisdom from rocks
all of it divine from star homes to current
history to be divine i keep reading
this to remember my own meta-physical
history to stand in awe of life and galaxies
to ride some words beyond the smallness
of my daily care of a beautiful boy,
a gorgeous piece of land and a large
suburban house this book shelters
me like a forest, endangers me like
the eruption of creation and gives me something
to do while the television takes over
the living space morning to night
i ride it into other realms and come
back dreaming my own memoir
Poet Jude's Poetry 