Monday, August 28, 2023

It May Be Called Here-And-Now

I'm always here--
in this body,
mortgaged to
this place called
Earth. My mind

pretends to
travel on its own
(what a dreamer),
riding off into
its lands of past,
its realms of fantasy,
its rages of ambition
and gripped greed.

It must of course
always return
(until the End, when
it will just go to Stop).

When it's wise,
Mind settles, it
and body in a still
embrace, a loose
duet
amidst the mystery
and flow of Now.

hans ostrom 2023

Bach: Goldberg Variations

Icicles leap off eaves,
land and dance
in geometric patterns.

Fractals fly in squadrons,
dropping musical notes
on plowed furrows.

Now toy soldiers march
across a bright stage &
a ballerina flutters

round them like a butterfly.
Oh, piano! You really will
do anything

the fingers, hands,
heart, head, ears,
and art ask of you.

hans ostrom 2023

The Forest Belongs to the Forest

Inside a cabin
surrounded by Sierra forest,
we watch creatures
outside look at and into
the cabin. Sauntering,

nibbling grass, a doe
and two fawns stare
at us through a window.

Same goes for pine
squirrels, who leap
from tree to tree;
and for ground squirrels,
with their white
collars and flea-bedeviled
fur. And Steller's jays,
corvids with deep blue
bodies and black heads
& wild-mad-laugh cackles.

And at evening, a bear,
chief executive of the woods,
walks past, sniffing, slobbering,
almost not bothering
to look toward us.

hans ostrom 2023

Wednesday, August 23, 2023

Live From Daryl's House - "This Is It"

"Dive In," by Roger Illsley

 Roger and I decided to work on a reggae song. He did the heavy lifting. I just helped with some of the lyrics:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WeQw4b_9qy8

Crossing the Sierra Valley

Rolling through the scuffed
micro-towns of Vinton and Chilcoot,
we get to a panorama
of the Sierra Valley--biggest
high-altitude plain in these mountains.

Golden light that's slipped past
thunderheads makes the Valley
glow like a cathedral floor. Now
the thunderheads drape blue
curtains of showers on
surrounding mountains.

We'll cross the Valley, then
take the highway's snaking
curves up a thousand feet
to Yuba Pass & from there
weave down to where the giant
blue massif of rock, the Sierra
Buttes, presents itself &
when I see it, I get a home

feeling even though I haven't
lived there for decades. I'm glad,
so glad, to see pockets of snow
up there in August.


hans ostrom

Tuesday, August 22, 2023

Journey - Don't Stop Believin' (Live 1981: Escape Tour - 2022 HD Remaster)

Americans take gold and silver in historic, stunning discus final at Wor...

She Recalls the Airport in Sacramento

She remembers
sitting stoned in the Sacramento
airport, which in no way
seemed excited about air travel.
To her, the jetways looked
like rectangular caterpillars
with accordions
in place of heads: polka!

People getting off airplanes
seemed like tourists
returned from Dante's Hell,
only scuffed, but disappointed.

Some endless minutes saw
her mind go blank like a TV
that received but could not
broadcast or stream.

Airplanes napped in weird
corners of the tarmac.
Gate agents spoke
laconically on the intercom.
Contagious yawning rippled
among waiting travelers.

Sacramento: an airport next
to farmland--relaxed, unimportant,
laid all the way back--all, all
the way back, she recalls
through glazed windows of the mind.

hans ostrom 2023