Events

Musing,

dozing, wrapped in a blanket,

the fire alive as a serpent’s tongue

I’m lost

in the events

amidst the embers.

9.6.2017

Snake

All day

I’ve been the snake of the medicine cards:

weaving over the sands of my mind,

thoughts coruscations I slide across

and leave

along the way.

10.6.2017

Matter

My legs folded,

I went down on my knees

before the filthy gutter

– but kind folk came,

got me back on my feet,

steadied me,

made

the experience

matter.

19.6.2017

No matter

Where can we write:

tissues of visions

that melt into one another

no matter how one withers.

17.7.2017 (This was Norman’s penultimate poem)

Norman Morrissey