Blackie's Pasture
by Redwing Keyssar, RN, Poet Author
May 9, 2020
placid water
mt Tam rising
blustery wind
catching geese
on its tail
as it wags
across the powder blue background
of the pale grey clouds
While yarrow shine
their golden yellow
under the chins
of lavendar blossoms
while shocking pink-purple
iceplant lay low
bearing witness
The glare
of preciousness
of the moment
is blinding.
Where I walk is holy
I am walking
in a pandemic
making history
that someone else’s children
and their children
will hear about
and wonder...
what was it like
in the U.S.
B.C?
Before Covid
Where I sing is holy
In the shower
walking by water
waking from dreamland
sitting
or dancing
alone
with eyes half-closed
feeling the warmth
of the sun without wind
streaming through my
dirty city window
filling me with
light
filtered
by glass
Where I pray is holy
Alone
in water
on mountains
under Moonlight
and Sunlight
in Ceremony
in circles
of Healing
Where I work is holy
In the realm
of the invisible
using words
and color,...