An Old One Walks

By Gowann Gowann
Snake walks with that old squiggly stick,
walks slow down by the waterfall,
from stone to stone down by the waterfall,
shuffling on his bare feet
while dancing on the edge of it.
Now shimmer that, now shimmer this,
while now just one,
an Old One steps the beat of it.
How may he walk with that old squirmy stick?
Soft, soft he goes,
and gathers sun.
Soft, soft he goes,
he has no bones.
Soft, soft he goes,
and gathers wind.
About his neck,
a bone flute hums the flux of it.
Something congeals and flows.
Snake says, just spirit matters.

Source: Poetry (July/August 2013).

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This poem originally appeared in the July/August 2013 issue of Poetry magazine

July/August 2013

Biography

Gowann currently resides in a cabin, which he built, in the Cascade Mountains of western Washington. He is at work on a musical recording of original dance suites written for plucked instrument.

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SUBJECT Nature, Animals

Poetic Terms Free Verse

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