Happy Fourth of July
from the road.
Tonight, I am camping next to a lake
in a tent, in Bushnell, Illinois.
The occasion: Cornerstone Festival.
I am tired, dirty, but grateful.
It is a challenge to articulate a place of wonder and unknowing
to those at a Christian Art Festival.
I agreed to the challenge.
I accept it.
Two shows today. Great reception. Good times. Met lots of new people. Made friends.
I woke to heat, burning through the thin white walls of my tent. Slept maybe five hours.
Will remember to call it early tonight.
Big stage, big show tonight. Short set; one poem.
Opened for Listener, Homeless Gospel Choir, and Flatfoot 56.
Flatfoot’s set was the most energized show I’ve ever seen. Wild. Pool party theme. Wild.
Sold a lot of books. Met and reconnected with cool people.
As a new poetess friend was leaving, I wiped my sweat embedded forehead on her bandana, as a parting gift. J She did not think this was as funny as I thought it was going to be.
A great day.
Saturday, July Seventh.
This is frustrating! I hear so many tow the party line,
preaching the gospel standard
Where’s the growth in clutching the past? An anchor never lifted. A ship never to sail.
How can we live, love, speak,
when people (well meaning) all around us
want us to follow them in slavery
holding in faith to ideas and teaching like any and all religions do.
I want to stay the best course,
offer the best gift of love and sincerity.
I want truth
Why must the most liberal criticize?
Why must the most religious criticize?
Here I am. All I know.
All I know to do.