Tag Archives: Fear

I WAS AFRAID OF THAT

I WAS AFRAID OF THAT

My mother was afraid of everything

She may have been afraid of me
even before I was born

I can almost remember
pulling knees and elbows in
so as not to cause her pain

Afraid even in the womb to whisper
anything she didn’t want to hear

That sort of thing stays with you

Perhaps I should be thankful
for the cliffs I didn’t step off of
too brave and blindly in the night

buy what about the doors
the doors I didn’t open
into rooms filled with light

DEBBIE OH DEBBIE

DEBBIE OH DEBBIE

Debbie oh Debbie
are you thinking of going away
because no one ever asked you
hard enough to stay

Debbie oh Debbie
were you always so beautiful strong
that no one ever thought to carry you along

Debbie oh Debbie
the brave wolf that still shows it’s throat
and bleeds inside of its coat

Debbie oh Debbie had we but loved
less wisely, but more well
who can tell who can tell

Debbie oh Debbie
are you thinking of going away
because I never asked you hard enough to stay

DRAGONS

DRAGONS

Beyond the maps of the ancient world

“There, be dragons”

Beyond the ways of parents and of peers

“There, be dragons”

Beyond the days of preachers and
of teachers

“There, be dragons”

Beyond where you know or
have dared to go

“There, be dragons”

A toe tip, a step, and a stride
Heart, arm and sword,
steeled by the fiery breath
How sweet the dragon’s meat,
and the maiden’s
Another mark on another map
“Here, be dead dragons”

THE ARMADILLO

THE ARMADILLO

The armadillo lies
in the center of the road
with his feet in the air

The shell on his back
for centuries over used
caused the spine in his neck
to become somewhat fused

So that when he hears
that danger is near
he has to leap and turn
to cover his rear

And if that sound is the front of a car
he leaps into a sudden marriage
of armadillo and undercarriage

So he lays on his back and he waves his feet
a warning to travellers from far and near
about the many dangers of old fear

and our ways of dealing with it

PREMONITION

PREMONITION

Carl Walenda used to say

He only felt alive
when walking the high wire
everything else was just waiting

Some rodeo cowboys feel the same way
for eight seconds on a good day

One day in South America
Carl Walenda checked his tie downs
something he never did

He went up on the wire anyway
and he fell

After all those years of butterflies
it’s hard to tell

which is the black one

HEADWIND

HEADWIND

Heading west for stampede city
doing two miles a minute through air
with a Chinook pouring over the mountains
and a rising feeling that you’ll never get there

You’re going slower and slower
over the rough wind swept ground
and you don’t want to land in that field
and of course, you don’t dare turn around

The needle and your knees
are all three on empty, knocking
and if you had a car, you’d pull over
get out the old can, and start walking

But you’ve made it, you land, and you park
and you know there’s someone you’ve got to thank
when the boys put thirty two gallons
in a thirty two gallon tank