Postcards to Zack

From New Mexico

Who do we think we are?
Vessels and transmitters,
“Ships in the night”
Over a dry land and
Through an endless,
Endless Sky…

Held by a vessel,
Poured from that vessel
Out and onto
And into
One another,
An endless pouring,
An endless collection,
An endless regress
In this Endless Sky.

We know that somehow
We are…

Or so we think
We are.
And so we transmit,
We collect,
We pour and pour
In hopes for the Endlessness
We already are.

From South Dakota

Show us
All your tricks!

How you
scatter the stars
and gather up the clouds,
run between the mountains
on the winds and wishes
of your adoring crowds below—
“Hey, that’s us!”

Tell us again
How you
will hold us forever
will always know us
will be us and

We will become you
We will become us…

Tell us, please.
Show us, please.
Promise us, PLEASE,

That we will become Us.
That all the tricks
will not be tricks at all
and the secrets were all
already on full display…

“Ubuntu”

From Arizona

You would probably help me figure out
How to work on my dopamine levels right now.

You probably already did
In your ghostly way.

So I’m keeping dopamine and neurotransmitters
In mind—ha, get it? Ugh.

I promise I will…
As I stumble
Through another season,
Another transition,
All of the rest of my life. Ugh.

But also…
Can you do some
Spirit Magic on me?
I need some good magic.

I need my Brother Bear.
So I’ll address this to you and
To where?

Zack, My Brother
13084 Everywhere St.
Nowhere, Here 41284