Seven Autobiographical Axioms

Rough granite scratches
the way the dark streets of Manhattan
threaten after midnight.

My sense of adventure became exhausted
after skidding on ice along a road
frozen in a glass-shard landscape

I managed to live
dodging bullets
and I still am.

I won’t mind
an ignominious exit-
it’s all been amazing

Poetry and art
have been my passionate escape
however it was invented

Having learned how to love
without wanting anything
I feel blessed for having lived

learning how to give
the way of the Salish-Kootenal
I bow down before the mountain

© 2012 by The Estate of Mac McClain