Trampolines

by

Ren Lincoln Gidlow

Trampolines are like home

When I bounce I am free

I step on

and my scene shifts

Nothing else matters

I soar like an eagle

there is really nothing hidden here

i am a simple man

like the ancient forest is simple
(do you know it?)

and we all love (don't we?)

its elegance

and zany grace

and its simplicity of gesture at being-in-this-world

that alone is grand
(think about it!)
that alone is enough

that

alone

is

enough!

being-in-this-world
i too am that

i too am that

it too is what i am
it too is what i am
(there is no getting around that!)

i too am that simple

(ahhh! but that’s so fuckin' complex
to comtemplate
and then to publish papers!
but your ideas are interesting.)

i hear that response continually through your false face mask

it's hopeless

i've already forgotten all the rules!

there is really nothing hidden here
i am a simple man
and all i ask

is

when

will you

let go?

(it is really that simple)

for Friends of Clayoquat Sound

david barnes 2-2-95

this day now blossoming

awakening cool of violet dawn

     leads into warming day

eleven a.m.

     and the first bees of the morning now arrive

     drawing in nectar of astonishing white cherry blossoms

to the northwest

     astonishing light blue white haze sky

     and puffy white cloud blossoms over the ridge

lifting my gaze

     from blossom to blossom

my self i notice now

     being here blossoming

     in all this splendor

warming in the wonder of this day

     now blossoming in my eye

and in my ear

     now hearing the music

and dancing this same dance

     i notice now

     all creation dancing this same dance

david barnes