The Ecphorizer
The Old Shamaness |
Lisa Yount |
Issue #29 (January 1984)
Joan Halifax, Shamanic Voices
Now once again I have nothing to lose.
The shining brown kelp on the rocks
Is bright as my eyes,
clear and blank as the sky.
Lovers, daughters, sons
went as the tide breathes.
My blood was replaced by salt.
My flesh has grown dry as jerked meat.
There is nothing between me now
and the voices of stones.
You can see through me.
I can see through myself.
The shining brown kelp on the rocks
Is bright as my eyes,
clear and blank as the sky.
Lovers, daughters, sons
went as the tide breathes.
My blood was replaced by salt.
My flesh has grown dry as jerked meat.
There is nothing between me now
and the voices of stones.
You can see through me.
I can see through myself.
Poetess Lisa Yount lives at the northern end of San Francisco Bay, home of foghorns and seagulls.
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Lisa Yount
Poetess Lisa Yount lives at the northern end of San Francisco Bay, home of foghorns and seagulls.