Publication of his novel, Ashram: Adventures on a Yoga Farm (an ebook from
PulpBits.com), has Jnana’s chakras spinning. He has also finally seen moose
tracks in the snow. They were beside a busy deer path alongside the Lamprey
River halfway on his commute to the newspaper office. He finds his world is full of
unseen creatures large and small.
ELONGATED AND WINGLESS
A walkingstick (family Phasmatidae)
three or four inches long
twig-green-and-brown
crosses my balding head
at bedtime in Manchester.
("only a few species occur in the North")
Makes me wonder how it ever got
in this apartment, anyway.
Just where does it think it’s going
in its slender insect nature
more angular than hair?
HYSTERICAL WIND
In one day everything changes
and it’s apparent
summer won’t be returning.
How appropriate, when the first anniversary
of September disaster
comes a day after swimming in Maine ocean.
Great wind brings clouds and chill.
Mottled sullen clouds
knock trees over, rattle the house,
litter highways,
sever power to traffic lights in Epping.
We cower
in crimped motion.
COUNT THE SECONDS
How brief
the awakening
sparkling fuse
races
misconstruing
youth for death.
This, as the love
I long desired.
Even though she dances
with mortality.
Catch me now
in some explosion.
LATE AGAIN
A week from Palm Sunday
the year Easter came late,
snow still covered
the meetinghouse yard.
In the countryside,
picket rows of tawny stubble
inched up in clouded fields
turning muddy.
The transcendent autobiography
would detail that pivotal day
I planted pine seedlings
in strip-mined clay -
how gradually I came to value
these Old Ways.
WHEN THE VOLCANO SHOWS
SIGNS OF ERUPTING
Skin’s never black or white. Even
at midnight some blue or pink glows
as if bringing a slight breath to life
or to betray an emotion.
Doors painted coal black
appear spent or burned, even vacuous
unlike slate gray
with its blue rock
New England.
When she said "debt free"
I heard "get free"
but really there’s no difference.

Jnana Hodson