walking the goat path
John Coltrane deserves a Feast Day.
4.8.2026
I am here because the sun needs something dark
I am dark enough to make the sun seem brighter
it’s an important job and requires no talent at all
watch me now
casting spells under the cloudless summer sky
as the sun rises higher and higher
watch me now
as this soul becomes shadow
as shadow becomes soul
THE PRISON
Speak the language of the earth,
The mother tongue of living things.
There is no parole.
Touch the salt to your lips and to your heart,
And pray.
Through silent years,
Measure the inches of your cell,
Learn the feel of the bars.
There is no parole,
Not for you.
The only sky you see will be from behind high walls,
Looking up.
And stars?
No.
Just the ceiling of the cell at night.
Razor wire and high-powered rifles.
The cold feel of death.
Speak the language of the earth,
The mother tongue of living things.
There is no parole.
There is no parole.
There’s an old goat path that meanders
all the way between right and wrong
we start at one end and end up at the other
the journey takes some time
and it isn’t smooth or easy
but what can we do
no one lives their whole life being in the right
and no one lives it always wrong
we all walk it
so it goes that we spend most of this life
walking the goat path
the good news is that you get to start
at whichever end is closest to you
imagine this
that everything good and natural
is interconnected and sacred
all of it
WATER FROM THE WELL
These herbs are bitter,
And this world has a million stories.Hands, both large and small,
Carry the water from the well.Life,
Where are you taking me?The sky is filled with windows,
If I can only open one, I will be free.
poems by Jobe
Adios!
