I. His High View
A man-size crackling fire is
Able to leap up with optimistic
Energy, breathless, forever new.
It’s tensions are nearing
High tech Armageddon,
With accidental aggression unbound,
Restless, changing, moving
Toward the high view of a climber.
He’s the sure-footed idealist in-charge,
Everything head-first from his rugged brow,
The bruised face on a querulous era,
His body built for adventure
And all the risky steps of the Fool.
He will end up in the ravine
Or caught up in Zen dizziness,
Foolish and human,
Walking the living gauntlet.
II. His Acting Role
“I am the most powerful person I know”,
He says. “Like what I like, look me in the face
And want what I want, dream as I do,
Interpret the whole world through me.
I don’t think I’m asking too much!”
“I strike out on my own
because no one can tell me
what I’m capable of doing.
Aptitude is illusion, hard work is all.
From desire to fulfillment
Everything takes courage.”
“I am ace, beginner of beginnings,
With no wooly brow to blind me,
A mountain path promise leads upward
In spirit or downward to plough strain,
And the beginning of another conflict.”
III. His Drama Catches You Up
You run with the high-strung
Senses alert, expecting people to obey.
You’d rather climb up a chimney fire
Than listen to one more personal opinion.
All your views are known:
They are the branches you swing from.
You were born into this world of spiritual fire
Where you believe you will incubate for eternity
Until one with the universe or burned to fly ash.
The chase beats the prize, but not the gift.
You will hack out your own lean-to
Before enduring the communal bivouac.
You only have time for answers.
You are the fork in the road everyone comes to,
The ultimate emergency and instant resolution.
Like a steam vent, you work well under pressure.
In moon fire, you are tiger, bed lion,
Show-off charming, instant sensuality,
Gasping for kisses and caresses.
Your wild moon decisions are forceful
And life-changing, swaying others
With vulcanizing, cataclysmic passions.
IV. The Chorus Falls In
If there is a dark spot in your stars
It will be that elusive partner
Unwilling to join with you in flaming complexity,
More complex than words can describe.
Your friends agree, you like them complex, too.
Relationships do not seek your
Wildly beautiful deserts, fiery hillsides,
Or scorched earth policy. And yet,
The chorus chanting away all this time
Is content to dance around your wand,
Bathing in the firedrops of your poem.