A painted bowl

A painted bowl

a chronicle of life

a micro-earth

its rim, the horizon

its curved insides

the playground

of animals, humans, insects

one turning into another

men growing fangs

and lizard tails

salamanders who love

like you and I

lines, crisscross, zigzag

spirit paths for shamanic flights…

A painted bowl

— a macro-sky

a deep desire

a pit-stomach cry

of earth convulsed

into life,

like this body

fired by breath?

(This poem is inspired by the painted bowled of the Mimbres Indians, who lived in southwest New Mexico until the 12th century.)


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