H e a r t S o n s & H e a r t D a u g h t e r s of A l l e n G i n s b e r g

N a p a l m H e a l t h S p a : R e p o r t 2 0 1 4 : A r c h i v e s E d i t i o n

CARMEN BUGAN

Crossing The Carpathians With You

for my mother

mountains and us clothed

in soft white fog,

suddenness of cliffs

you and I carve walking sticks

bursts of sun dust

thousands of yellow & violet flowers

red and white polkadot

mushrooms among trees,

strong smell of ferns & cones

stones in pots on our backs

warnings to black bears,

we gather forget-me-nots

distant curves

of snow and peaks

in the white of the moon

we go where rivers are born

drink from bold beginnings

with the cup of our hands

shepherds’ rain fast and thin

we empty the boots of water

a bear licks our pots

like an easy slip into a dream

you and I hold hands

and walk into dark woods

I know what it means to go

anywhere with you: you are

the gentlest moss on which I sleep