SCOUT
A storyteller is here.
Oh, lover! Take her warm hand!
a library alive with children’s laughter
long walks through lost cities
of adventurers and thieves—
like you and me
We shall be scouts together
as life unfurls a frontier from the toes of our boots
to a blue azimuth
Come!
We’ll be the tale ourselves—
We’ll be the lyrics, the music and the dance
a simple tune, a harmony of voices
barefoot on wet sand
we’ll step in time to decades’ waves
We’ll sing an adventure, a love story
made of many dawns
with refrains of home––we shall come home
to our own vast blue
Once upon a time—come sit by me—
the mountain magnets tugged at us
and hastily we grabbed a box of matches,
a thin jacket, and a sandwich
Zephyrus blew us far away
We had to go! We had to meet
the awake who live along the beaches
These Masters of Heed found us fast asleep
and we thought we were the wise––the scouts!
Bewitched we were
a spell cast over us
like a net of carelessness!
My song? Oh, most often they call me Mother
I like that!
It’s a hymn that echoes in my ears
Outside the circle of that life and beyond the last page of this book
I am an acronym: scout, your friend,
lover, walker, listener
and a child myself
It’s all a gift, the masterpiece we find
this human heart
where animals walk together with us
and trees have voices
We’ll climb up high, OK? We will sit together in God’s almighty lap
to hear his stories straight and unenchanted
by angels’ promises of gold
and pirates’ maps to lost and bloody booty
There is Oneness in Relationship
I have seen this
I am Scout
by Anonymous
Can you hear the sirens that lured us here?
Look back, my comrade, my own scout
to see yourself that led you—shoved you—
toward your story, your poem
Tell me, tell me what you see!
Teach me your music
with all its tears and hurry
each smile and surprise
so we can tremble here together
healing
and singing your song
Cenizo
Third Quarter 2018
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