Cannabis

 

from this week in April, 2014  (I was 69)

 

Cannabis

for me has always been the gatekeeper

the smoky entrance to doors of perception

the mind changer that made reality

of fantasy in the woods

and imaginings under the stars

confirming the actualities of existence

that put the daily grind in perspective

And in that knowing time of clarity

to write to paint to sculpt to strum to dance to think

the obvious which is so often invisible

in its own transparency