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.
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.
i link dots.
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
“the night sky looks like a dome” I say to myself.
Photo by Yousuf Karsh