Pulsing Pedipalps

Dream Crystal

for Greg 

Criss-crossing the corners of my shifting over mind
Having straddled so many misspent rivers overlapping
coursing over the delta into the mosaic lands beyond
switching from skiffs to bicycles and various used cars

We covered many miles cutting swaths North and South
We visited ports from the west coast to the east
Fought in many wars both real and imaginary
Thunder left behind in our minds chasing us

In the wake of storm and lightning cracking gales
Sailing on a tempest blind over darkened reefs
Feeling our way forward eyes shut no sonar
Blindfolded into the fray onward carving the way