for Steve Cannon
How you’d enter like Tiresias
Prophet for the “coming community”
What do you say, see in interior eye, right there: moment’s breathing
How you enter poetry zones, sweet charge you take
And make welcome all, strays, devils too
And in your walk a gait for everyone who struggles
Where we might be in love with humanity’s crush.
all brother …sister… whatever…. Neighbor- hoods…
How you’d exude awareness every step
Like to weep how you enter the room the hall the church the place
the street the stage & recognize eternity’s
poetry
How you enter & we see you coming like a trumpet announces, O angels
And dear attendant at sleeve
How you held the confidence of poet up and beyond galaxies
How high does it go?
Very
A vow, focus, how many long years, Steve
And how bereft the night seems, the day, a dream, walking a world without you
Never a question how you set your great heart open all the neighborhood
And Tribe?
Inner seer,
How it is your epitaph “Tribe” a fury of hope?
Let’s do it
Wit and solace in how you lived it
Inner canonical, tribal
You’d seen it all
& rejoiced
Alystyre Julian, Outrider film