When I am lost I turn to Joni
To clear my mind
stop the wheels of time.
As though I had a case of you
in a Big Yellow Taxi,
All the while dancing in our own Circle game
Skating along the mystical River,
While the Clouds cried rain.
Make art of black and white,
Sing melodies that celebrate the eternal night.
When I am lost I turn inside,
To the quiet space of night,
the rising moon,
Birds in Flight
Ideas that delight.
Hushed voices from the past.
Call me to task
Recalling the happiness’s that don’t last.
None of that is true.
We are all just passing through.
Exquisite strides all marching in non-existent time,
One by one like Dali’s long limbed elephants
Just gliding through your mind-room,
taking up the holy space,
where you used to be able to grow your own self.
The grief does not dissolve fast enough,
Layer one day on the next
Like the things that reside in your fridge,
To take up space so you don’t feel empty.
There is no room for new
and it will spoil.
Sunday is a good day to clean.