My North Dakota hurricane..

Remember a wild child in heart. Where are you dear Gail?

My North Dakota hurricane..

Beneath the midnight Monterey moon,

we danced, we drank and we adored the Winter storms of the Pacific.

We served as soldiers in the daytime and in the night.

Me and my beautiful Gail sought to test life, we sought to dance with the Winter storms.

We found our place of peace at Big Sur,

I called her my North Dakota hurricane and she called me the mad poet.

Big Sur and the Winter storms of January stole our hearts and minds.

At Big Sur, we would climb deep into the rocks and the sea would dance around us.

And we prayed for more.

She was my wild child and I was the free and insane Coyote.

And we wanted more.

We would put on the wet-suits and attach the rope of the suicide board to our right arms.

We attached a 20 foot rope to our legs. We knew. The January Pacific Ocean can take life.

So we ensure, we would not lose each other in the dangerous waves.

Took sometimes 30 minute to reach the peak of the waves.

And if the sea is kind. She will allow you to dance with her.

Me and my beautiful hurricane danced with the storms for two Winters.

I didn't know. These would be my last wild days.

Me and Gail, we never found enough and we wanted more.

Today I remember my North Dakota hurricane and I asked the night.

Where are you my beautiful wild child?

The old Coyote need a adventure, he needs to feel free and alive again.

Old world is getting darker and I need to find the light of hope again.

Maybe I need to drink more, maybe I need to dance more?

Maybe I need to find the sea?

Find a foolish friend willing to dance with me in the Winter storms.

Test life and laugh at death kiss.

Dancing Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

dear John... the golden years are more like Daisy Chains to wear
in the Meadows of your Heart... to sleep in a make-shift Cabin of
fallen Branches and take Chances. We only have one Life on Earth.
Our Spirit will Soar with Angel Wings to Places only Dreamed. softly, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree dear Pat. Thank you for reading and the kind words.

[Soren]

You and your poetry are part of nature. That is why they appeal to me. They float on a wave, drift on a breeze, surge in the heart and tell of the human condition. You tell it in your words but I feel it in mine as if I had been with you long ago.

[Coyote Poetry]

I need the sea today. Maybe next year. I will visit Monterey. Thank you Soren for reading and the comment.

[W. Barrett Munn]

John,

I think this is the best you’ve been. It is poignant and memorable and musical, a genuineness to it that compels.

Winston

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Winston. I need a year at Big Sur. Few people, the sea near and time to create.

[Neville]

reading these words & trying to read them slow & enjoy them was like trying to ride and tame a hurricane .. now read three times and likely to return .. Neville

[Coyote Poetry]

Can't tame a hurricane Neville. Thank you for reading and the kind words. I do appreciate.