Sweet Potato Haircut

Blendon Woods Metro Park, Columbus Ohio

We tried our best


attempt at sacredness.
The bikes the bubbly water
& champagne. Blankets & extra

glasses that my dad gave away
to a family he worried had none.
He was right. Tried to notice
the change of light in the park
& keep our eyes high
at the same time. Tried to touch
everyone: hands & shoulders & tops
of heads. Wondered about what to do:
pray or write or cry? & when the sun
longed to touch us again
I felt my wilderness crackLing.
I didn’t want The Event to be over
& have nothing to show for it.
I ran through the muddy fields,
went deep into thickets
of thorns and vines until I was
invisible. I peed hard & fast
& all over my ankles
on accident my shoes in my own
puddly pond of darkness. My own 
bare bottomed moon blinding
the earth. I was trying
to heed the lessons
of sun&moon about passion
unseen by human eyes. About
the way sacredness moves
through an animal body.
About giving yourself
over&over 
to the light.