PLASMA (POEM FOR CARLOS SANTANA)

PLASMA (POEM FOR CARLOS SANTANA)

say it was gradual
no big bang but
some
   kind of inflation

whereupon in this
fable
     gas clouds gravity
stars
      plasma

hydrogen helium
smorgasbord of elements

and you
      subject of
every song

Muse of
   every meditation

you every delicious atom
of your loveliness
from
   an entirely different star

Oh baby
    reminding me tonight
of that crucible
perfect furnace

and then
        soul, word,
music

constellation
        gnosis between galaxy
upon galaxy

ocean upon ocean

you wrestling with that
red python
    on the Woodstock stage

(if you don’t mind me saying so)
cosmos coursing through you
         

HIBERNATING

HIBERNATING

hibernating
on the farm

closing my eyes
to all the missiles
and bombs

do not think
there is the nightmare
to match this

as inexorably, inevitably
it gets ratcheted up
to an extinction exchange

and the world ending
and me deep sleeping

and the Universe
going its own way
doing its own thing
for physics only
knows how
many odd billion years

dream
themselves away