Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

just think
on December 2nd of this year
the perpetual jam will be
Twenty Years Old
I find that remarkable......so I'm
remarking about it......
minds fixed in time. a history
of thoughts, and where you were
if you've been around, but anyone can read
sections of the jam, and think about
what was going on then....where were these heads
I love the expression, where was your head ?
as if there was some disembodiment
and despite what you body was doing
your head can perhaps be somewhere else
it congers up time travel, quantum leaps
the ability to stamp your mood, your mode, your meaning ( the 3 m's)
and perhaps when you join the jam, your mark ( the 4th M )
oh eternal memory that cannot be denied ( memory the 5th M )
it's all here.....and growing
and when the fruit is ripe
the jam is made
logged in
I hope there is hope here
the 5 M's are truth ( as it were )

onward we go jammin'
into May and beyond
I miss judih so much
there is a hole in my heart
that will never close up
I hope you have found the souls
of wireman and constantine
and can riff a little with words
that soothe us all, words given
to us without our knowing
that old collective consciousness
I crave

June has come once again
crisp evenings mild temps
the mosquitos are just waiting
for their chance to draw blood
but lets not get too far ahead of
ourselves
enjoy the patio
watching the birds flit in and out
dreaming of healthy days
happy to be comfortable
and thankful for the peace
of mind
a little peace jam
for the palette....
for the palate..........

June has come around again
and I'm still here to see it -
to behold the astonishing green of bracken
glowing in mid-afternoon sun -
the haze of midges and gnats
swirling above the trail before me -
the foamy red waters of Scott Brook
falling over themselves on their rocky descent
to the Millers River -
to hear its shouts of excitement -
the twanging of hidden green frogs
the baying of bullfrogs
the ovenbirds' alleluja's
the ghostly chant of the veery
and the holy vespers of the wood thrush...
the world has come alive again
and greets me with almost as much enthusiasm
as I greet it