The Water, The People and The Okra Too

Here in Carrboro 

Insects are mating

Frogs are jumping 

Musicians are plucking 

A new wonder of myself is

stepping through

By the grace of the water

The people 

And the okra too 

In Carrboro

A new family emerges

I see them twisting in shamanic urges

Arms and trees reaching

In a swallowtail trance 

Dawn feeds me 

Food that makes me dance 

She’s working with a certain kind of presence that’s vast 

Victor’s carving stars out in the room

His eyes are traveling inward like a boat on a lagoon 

There’s a presence 

I don’t want to leave too soon

Somehow I got planted here 

Some crow carried me in it’s claw

Dropped me in the dirt, I was feeling raw

So I sprouted one small root and started to groan

and grow and stretch and find my own

Way

Here in Carrboro every day

A new wonder of myself

Is stepping through 

By the grace of the water

The people 

And the okra too