Totems of the Mind
The river and the almond tree
are sacred totems for me.
They occupy primal ground
in my mind where the stuff
of who I am links
the esoteric to my history.
I keep them close, hidden from
the scoff of everyday me,
dread warden of fact
and skeptical of what strays
from the reach of materiality.
I come out at night to bathe
in the river and pick plump almonds
from the almond tree.
They nourish the inhabitants
of that inner world who compose
symphonies from the light
of stars and shape words
seeking a moment for them
to take breath in my poetry.
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