The Dogs of Genova: Hierophany

Yield the stage for `a capella;
my friends all warm my dressing room.
the rum's on ice, my heart's on fire,
I feel my space expand beyond.

Slip out alone, night smells of sea;
narrow alleys, dense and textured.
new moon shines through urban brightness,
stars back-light a black-market door.

Twin angels without wings draw near,
ears up, tails pace joyful rhythm.
brown eyes beg me to bless black crowns -
supernal portals - exultant!

Mystic chants, starlight, taste of rum,
silent creatures' fur, smell of sea;
in darkness - fully awake - more;
my soul expands: deeper wisdom.

I am still there, though my life,
dog-like runs wild, far afield and back.

Simple truth:
impossible to express
and harder to forget.

July-Oct 2010 Larry Chamberlin
suggested & requested by Saba Anglana