021. age of aquarius

i am secretly a hippie; in another world
i danced down the streets of washington
with daisies in my hair, tossing dahlias on
the concrete, bringing life to the man-made
hell, the seat of puppetmasters, directing

death across the wide green earth.  thirty
years ago, i sat in smoky rooms and saw

the rugs move, dragons and fiery
orchids grow from thin air.  i saw the
room breathing, living, and i loved
his skin, her hair, your soul.  i

loved the future, i held it in my palm
like a great blue orb of freedom, and
it was only the beginning.  thirty years ago,

there were no houses to the west, we
drove as far as we could and bob dylan
was singing to us, and we believed that
today was today, now was the time for

living, for us to lie naked in the field
under the great blue moon, to hear
the field mice and the bullfrogs, to
feel the earth wildly spinning and
see the stars dance their immense
ballet.  it was the time, and we

lived and we breathed and we loved.