"Before the Door", 2024, original encaustic
I’m a Deadhead Despite so many years of misgivings So many hours wandering Wondering what the hell am I doing Listening yet again Despite so many decades now drug free Again and again back I come Drawn in by some quality Which only today Fifty years on in my headstrongness I can finally see What pulls us in and binds us down Is not so much the driving laid-back grooves Or open-ended looping leads And uncanny jams willing to bravely go Where no band had ever gone before As simply Garcia’s tone and phrasing Both with his guitar strings and vocal chords A lilting, yearning, aspiring, soulful sound Striving to reach what is inherently beyond reach Beyond grasp, but clearly there Right there before us in the dark Shining, shimmering, waiting, welcoming An inevitable reunion With an ineffable ground (9/23/26)
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