"The mountains are calling and I must go." - John Muir
and clamoring the majesty of Perseid's crashing stars.
Swept into water cool and bright as sky,
that flows from mountains cross cities far away to the sea.
Our spirits clean,
we lark and walk together in the trees,
and laugh maniacally
at shadows prancing on the rocks
in elvish gayety.
this is how i know you're you...
the water on your skin
the taste of sunlight in your food,
the clapping of your glee.
this is the camp we make at evening tide,
the space we fill with tiny things that redwoods hypnotize.
these are our roads, sturdy and wide
through the hodge-podge stones that exist outside of time.
we are queens adorned in costumes made of wild lupine and weed.
every door is open here,
the tavern of my heart serves up moonlight broth tonight.
and we wrap ourselves in goosedown quilts to
feather a midnight nest of light.
breathless with the frenzy of the universal show,
the skipping rocks of stardust through the edges of our earth.
it is this that lasts forever,
and keeps dripping on the surface of the passage of the days.
"and the Japhies of the world go prowling in the wilderness, to hear the voice crying in the wilderness,
to find the ecstasy of stars, to find the dark mysterious secret of the origin of faceless, wonderless,
crapulous civilization." (kerouac)
this is my revolutionary plea.
come be a Japhy of the World with me.