by Ryan Nardi


Grassy cliffs and cascades of tiered mountain forests.
Some docile sun warms the many glistening clearings.
No soul in sight, but the sounds of life whistle muffled through the trees.
Dawn-lit meadows. Small flowers. A small beast, indistinct, darts over a bluff.
A lowbrowed rock face, and a glow from within a shallow cave.
Who dwells within does not trouble this visitor, ingenue.

Many hermits dot the landscape.
As if the sky, I can see everything; caught within a dream dhyana.
Zarathustra is unspoken of and envious here. (I laugh with him!)
Could this be the planet of protection and peace?

In Maypress, there are places to hide your secrets, and be forgiven, and have them be forgotten.
Some of these places are untouched and unlookedupon pores in callous rocks.
Sand-colored corals on the rims of shallow seas.
Threadbare, gossamer clouds, sun-golden, like a negligee hang over the sun-bathing days.
And the candles burn with the breeze no longer than before they have been forgotten by those who lit them.

There are grasslands where sundry-antlered and spry antelope of all kinds galavant.
And here can be found the huts of some hominids who manage to wish no harm.
Or so they say; for why say what one can peacefully think, most say--or rather think--in Maypress?
There are elsewhere wooden palisades and longhouses,
And the lustrous, warm, shallow caves made by men who traveled aeons to travel within themselves.
And if one transient lurker and fellow seeker beneath might dig a hole,
In the bright shine of a galactic lit midnight,
No soul from a hut, nor a house would disturb such a ritual, solitudinous burial of what cannot be eaten without gagging.

In Maypress, there are carpets of grass like silk. And naked and cloaked sojourners walk barefoot.
They express glee at one another, and at themselves, and at the grass.
And in Maypress there are many other wondrous and different places where
They have buried secrets they will never tell.
They have forgotten secrets that only they knew.
And so they make the world again.

Could this be the planet of protection and peace?


Posted on 03/14/2023
Copyright © 2023 Ryan Nardi

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Linda Fuller on 03/29/23 at 05:44 PM

I keep revisiting Maypress, a seductive planet indeed.

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