The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned –
from "The Second Coming," W.B. Yeats
Women have more receptors for the feel-good synapses
In their brains than men, and fewer electrical impulses
per day to feed their hearts. Blue frogs underground,
dry and wise beneath the Spa Casino Hot Springs
downtown, your palm-lined canyon, bisecting the heart,
twin all-terrain vehicles neatly trailing inward towards
the celebrated oasis. If I had known you then, pillared
on our backs in damp sand, January, the blushing sun
perfect in its not too long shining, the moon cresting
its shy face from exile, when the god Mukat created
our bodies and leapfrogged across her wan back she
sighed, trailing heat in her waves, the way jet skis
singe the deep
narrow trickle from your heart, you seep in small starts,
not full-lipped assault, deserting me deep in the warm
water, the canyon is summer, the Mojave Indians say
That the octopus would drag the possessed ones away,
From the cliffs, and out to sea, my brain is a tired organ,
Landlocked and merging towards sea, dams block us all.
c. Ruth Nolan 2008
inspired by an anguished love relationship and a visit to the Agua Caliente Hot Springs, healing center for the Cahuilla Indians in Palm Springs, CA, and learning of the nukatem, power beings who reside between the human and spiritual worlds, and the legend of the Blue Frog, and of course the visionary Irish poet , Yeats, whose poem "The Second Coming" is the most right-on piece of writing forecasting and postulating our times...written almost 100 years ago. A real prophet. And yet, beauty finds us all....on the sharp edge of the cliff, in the swirl of tail-lights in the slow moving night sky, stars in you brow and a low slung Milky Way, two pools of water and the White Deer cometh for salt, your smiling ledge, quiet as morning quail and the napping morning glories, narrowing in on the dawn, flooded avenue, wings of your arms.
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