Jazz**

Perhaps I am just getting older,
struggling to understand life’s dance,
or just from living alone
but I have turned,
listening to jazz once again
and its deep tonal mysteries.
There is something in its rich idiosyncracies
that appeals to my urge to return home,
to the deer and the hawk
to the old council lodges
and the circle dance;
broken for too long by self-serving philosophies
of a society that has lost its humanity.
~~~
“Kind of Blue” is an album that settles me,
comes closest to a round dance
that turns inside and outside of time.
It lets me enjoy my worn out jeans,
oft washed flannel shirt
and soft moccasins.

Aztec Warrior 1.13.16