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
poems 2 die for 