For those of you who don't know me, R. Buckminster Fuller has been a major influence in my life.
He had me when he said, 'You are a tremendous bundle of experience."
This poem was written in response to the question...
"Who was a major influence in your life? When were you introduced to him? Were you taken
with right away? If not, when?"
First Time Bucky
on a hot summer night.
when i was twelve, naked
but for my blue cutoff jeans
slit up the sides,
trailing white threads over my strong thighs,
wet from a dark water swim in the canal
that runs by the farm,
i look out to the night sky.
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cows are lowing.
the scent of manure is in the air.
i feel cooled and clean.
my favorite star draws the attention from my gaze.
night times are always peculiar.
a home and haven for all children.
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i link dots.
build images.
wonder why some patterns have a beginning and end.
patterns alone and unto themselves.
content with the order I’ve brought to their chaos.
content with their own integrity.
content with their own bones
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“the night sky looks like a dome” I say to myself.
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Photo by Yousuf Karsh