Modern Day Shamans

In the east

we sang spells

that we weaved and heaved

into the cloud cover

with such a great force of magic

they shook the doors off the hinges

of heaven

and fell back to

the earth

like a storm.

Life is wild

and so are those wicked

drugs that tell us stories and

linger in our closets

til the room starts 

to feel

awkward,

while the green speckled lizard

sits in its grace,

next to you, in the coffin,

and she speaks at you

just in case

you awake again- truly,

we are never

ALONE alone.

And oh,

god,

the slow sprawl

of the hours awake,

shifting moods, shifting bodies,

shifting eyes,

we are our own

modern day shamans

winking and weary

in the daylight.