THE DAY THAT FOLLOWS THE DAY BEFORE
the morning which
follows the night
still
dark
still
cold
getting
colder
most still sleeping
following
their dreams
perhaps
a the return to the mother
it is early
there
is no light in the sky
nothing
can be seen
the day ahead
the
day that follows the day before
unknown
it
is friday again
it
seems yesterday was Friday
tomorrow
will be friday
where
are the all the days in between
the
days that follow friday
in the afternoon
which
follows the morning
i
follow your footsteps
gather dust in the desert
there
is plenty of dust
wrapped
in sorrow
the
history here
follows
the lines of a very sad song
not
much to be proud of
Note: New Mexico is a
very old place, the oldest church in the United States is here, as well as the
oldest house. Our ancestors came,
bullied, and stole what they wanted, it is not a new story, nor unique but to
think of it, makes me sad. When I was
little, in school I was taught we were good people, but there was no truth in
it.
"So the authentic is in the collecting, the putting together, the sharing?" from an interview with Wolfgang Laib, Making the Ideal Real. Sculpture Magazine. Wolfgang works with milk and pollen and he agreed with the question asked by Sarah Tanguy. (www.jca-online.com/laib.html) (www.sculpture.org/documents/scmag01/may01/laib/laib.shtml).
"So the authentic is in the collecting, the putting together, the sharing?" from an interview with Wolfgang Laib, Making the Ideal Real. Sculpture Magazine. Wolfgang works with milk and pollen and he agreed with the question asked by Sarah Tanguy. (www.jca-online.com/laib.html) (www.sculpture.org/documents/scmag01/may01/laib/laib.shtml).
November 14, 2014
1 comment:
It does feel like the weeks zip by at the speed of light! I love your reflection in the second stanza....."plenty of dust wrapped in sorrow", and that you are looking back at the real history of that place, which does indeed include sorrow.
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