By Stephen Mead
The good guru-----
wisdom/innocence,
a rush as if from rocks,
water gushing through.
Give air, a gasp, a snort,
innards/spirit, a spray
of baby's breath, soft rustles
now, hush hush fingers, clap,
cover the whispering
lips, eyes reflecting the sound,
eyes only, squinting & maybe
a few trickles, (lick, trace, let fall),
carrying further what spirits know
living in the torn forth sound.
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Stephen Mead is a retired Civil Servant, having worked two decades for three state agencies. Before that his more personally fulfilling career was fifteen years in healthcare. Throughout all these day jobs he was able to find time for writing poetry/essays and creating art. Occasionally he even got paid for this work. Currently he is resident artist/curator for The Chroma Museum, artistic renderings of LGBTQI historical figures, organizations and allies predominantly before Stonewall. (The Chroma Museum)