orion’s belt

by doreen peri

Posted to Action Poetry on 2003-06-05 20:24:00

Parent message is 462940
have been advised by my entourage of financial experts
that it would not be wise to invest in cocoa butter or soaking tubs
with jets in this current atmosphere since it is clear they are both
unnecessary but luxurious commodities and because to do so
would assert an air of trust in the economy and we
must take a stance in order to turn the relative value
of anything around, relatively speaking, of course

it would be presumptuous of me to assume a market trend
and then again, it might be a dynamic reverie with some great
resolve from dissonance to relief.
It’s hard to tell. I only know when
i go to the mountains and the river bank,
i am well. i am well, fully consumed
by the wealth.

i must tell you, however, that one of my chief beliefs is that striving
after matter and abundance is a depleting effort, taxing, irreverent,
irrelevant, benevolently exhausting, an empty, futile verse cursed
by trade.

towers can crash.
it takes more than a maid
to sweep up the debris
of greed.

i am wealthy when i take your seed
in your pup tent, haloed stars, our lineage,
our fire, our place, tracing yield with depth
perception into eons of creation, orion’s belt
undone, young stars older than losses won
by voiced carols.

poverty is not an disease. it is an addiction.
you can never feel sorry for the big dipper.
and you cannot tease the cosmos.
i believe. let me get down
on my knees in front of you.