I’m learning to go away in a ghost town
No one to behave for
The campfire is out
For the scales only balance for death
To sink to the depths of the oceanic crust
To be joined in the endless sediment
Of the metamorphosed
Of the melting
Of the upheaval To be crushed back down again In only hope to be once part of a fire opal
Inspired by Jeffers work lately. Sharing a favorite…
I am not dead, I have only become inhuman:
That is to say,
Undressed myself of laughable prides and infirmities,
But not as a man
Undresses to creep into bed, but like an athlete
Stripping for the race.
The delicate ravel of nerves that made me a measurer
Of certain fictions
Called good and evil; that made me contract with pain
And expand with pleasure;
Fussily adjusted like a little electroscope:
That’s gone, it is true;
(I never miss it; if the universe does,
How easily replaced!)
But all the rest is heightened, widened, set free.
I admired the beauty
While I was human, now I am part of the beauty.
I wander in the air,
Being mostly gas and water, and flow in the ocean;
Touch you and Asia
At the same moment; have a hand in the sunrises
And the glow of this grass.
I left the light precipitate of ashes to earth
For a love-token.
By : Robinson Jeffers
Photo by: Naomi Ruth
I found the stars in puddles today…and poured them in my cup.
A cup of stars…
Washed down and warmed my belly.
It took the brown out of my skin
And turned it porcelain.
I thought I could glow like this forever,
But the incredible light burst forth from me
And dazzled into a trillion colors.
And this was what was left of me
Hues swirling through eternity,
To fill up countless irises
Of wishers and kissers of the night.
To shine upon velvety skin,
Of girls that I could have never been.
And when they bathe naked
They absorb my energy,
To color their cheeks rose
And their navels, for the tongue of a boy…That will love them.
Poem and Photos by: Naomi Ruth Saharski W.