ILLUSIONS
Late at
night
I opened the
back door
to a world
where time exists not,
the dark of
a cloudless sky.
I heard the
sound of rain falling,
pulled my
sweater over my head,
and walked
slowly out,
the sharp
nutshells and rough
stones
beneath my feet.
I walked
beyond the trees,
feeling for
the rain –
No moisture,
no drops …
just the
sound of the wind
through
yellowed treetops,
the sound of
leaves
falling …
SPIRIT SUITE – Étude N° 4
A sudden
evening rain
falls upon the blacktop
then moves on
the wind
I sit in its
midst
feeling the sky
I do not know
what I am supposed to do
in this Life
I tell Grandmother Moon
So, I wait
& wait
for an answer to come
on the wings of
nighthawks ….
Within the
silence
the cry of a nighthawk
cuts clear
down the duskening alleys
& fades away ….
DRIFTING
I drift
lightly
on the stream of rain
cascading upon
&
flowing down
the roof
I drift
lightly
listening to the thunder
exploding &
quaking across
this starless night
I drift
lightly
watching bolts
pulsing &
emblazoning
the thick sky
I drift lightly
on the edge of
worlds walking
on a rocky shore
with Spirit friends
& in the
lightly
washing sea
we gather rock-
coloured lobsters
One so
large a grandfather
to feed us all
Lorraine Caputo - Wandering troubadour Lorraine Caputo is a documentary poet, translator and travel writer. Her works appear in over 400 journals on six continents; and 23 collections – including In the Jaguar Valley (dancing girl press, 2023) and Caribbean Interludes (Origami Poems Project, 2022). She also pens travel narratives, articles and guidebooks. Her writing has been honoured by the Parliamentary Poet Laureate of Canada (2011), and nominated for the Best of the Net and the Pushcart Prize. Caputo has done literary readings from Alaska to the Patagonia. She journeys through Latin America with her faithful knapsack Rocinante, listening to the voices of the pueblos and Earth.
Follow her adventures at
www.facebook.com/lorrainecaputo.wanderer and
http://latinamericawanderer.wordpress.com.
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