Notty Bumbo, 2018
I see how this vast world
Has fallen into asleep,
No dreams worth recall.
How even the wind falls silent,
The corn fails to rise across the prairie.
All we once created
Lies fallow and starving.
I once saw a bird
Tumble from the clearest sky,
And though it drifted like a leaf,
Still the Earth opened wide,
Hid it ever from view.
Waking has deep demands,
Requires attention and obedience.
No guru can lead us there:
We each must smell the coming rains,
Or miss the morning glory's grace.