from
Loki Is Buried at Smoky Creek
Fred Wah
MOON DOG
the dog barks
on another street
two dogs bark
& the one in the sky
the stars
all bark at
the moon
stop yapping
and it hides in the mountains
THE CANOE, TOO
there is all that talk about northern waters
lakes with canoes sliding silently over the cold glass surfaces
in the moonlight
and a mountain rising to the moon in its ice and snow
the rocky shore and its cold dry branches of driftwood waiting
for you to return alone in the still night
shimmering darkness
there is all that talk of this
and the mind wanders there in a canoe language carries
like a picture framing you in the black ice water
there is all this kind of talk and you listen to the words
the nothern lakes freeze
over the ice snow covers the valley
and all the trees
HOW TO BE SOMETHING
dream about it
get the head back
into the body into
remembering
skin
imprint of shape
into inside
and look at what you do to yourself
say "mmmm"
remembering
don[base ']t move
let yourself be caught
catch
move
very fast
as fast as you can
as you can
(more & more & interview)
:: note :: . . . gave these words to workshop participants . . . it seemed to fit the work . . .
