I Was a Dancer Before I Was a Cowboy, and I Know! - Bruce Moody

[Larry Robinson]

I Was a Dancer Before I Was a Cowboy, and I Know!

 

I pull my pen from the debris

of my breakfast table, to wait

to read Rumi

 

Two Ways Of Running shows its face,

but I do not begin before I begin this.

 

I halt before the well.

Down deep in the dark,

pure water awaits my idolatrous thirst. 

 

Patient and old, it has gathered itself,

and through the sieve of earth and dirt

worked itself free of purity and impurity both,

and offers itself to my eyes

only what is too dark to know without it.

 

I would like to clap a glad hand here,

because gladness to speak to you

heartens me, though my face may be glum.

 

Don’t be fooled. Two Ways of Running

are as present in this pen

as once they were in Rumi.

 

I would rather sleep than deceive you.

For I have no advice,

nor no admonition. Oh, if my life were only

different, but its’s not. 

 

Grasp me ere I fall.

Help me to the vast cot of slumber.

When I wake, I’ll surely kiss you.

 

	- Bruce Moody
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