Wierds Are Out Tonight

The Ancien bent with age
carries his lantern past the Wierds.
They embrace the Trees no less,
Talk to the earth through bare feet,
arms open wide to stellar wonder.
The heavens turning, spinning,
are rooted to the earth
in their postures individual, indolent.

Standing, sitting, lying,
wherever beckons experience.

The Wierds are out tonight.

Buenos Noches - the Ancien -
shuffles a lamp lit sojourn home.
He has seen it all before,
lifting his lantern
in polite saludad.

Nothing to speak of,
who would believe him anyway?
His silent chuckle to himself,
shared with Wierds.

Amecameca, Mexico
1986