Dedicated to Donovan

I started writing this poem 
It began with a clear thought
Like water
Then a word came floating


Like a bird to a branch and sang
Then there was someone calling
So I thought I would go out and see
Who was calling Juanita! 


But I did not honor that thought 
I stayed in the same place
And made a sound with my shoe
By rubbing my sole against the floor 


I rested my head on the heel of my palm
And looked out the window beyond the garden 
I saw a little mountain in the distance
Which disappeared and I thought


All we have in the garden now is delicata
But how good they are so sweet
So I asked the snail to lock the gate
The snail said, When have I not locked the gate?

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This poem inspired by Donovan’s song “First there is a mountain” is a simple celebration of and evocation of Donovan’s spacey, trippy lyricism that left so much to the imagination.

Excerpted lyrics of “First there is a mountain:

Oh Juanita, oh Juanita, oh Juanita, I call your name
Oh, the snow will be a blinding sight to see as it lies on yonder hillside

The lock upon my garden gate’s a snail, that’s what it is
The lock upon my garden gate’s a snail, that’s what it is
Caterpillar sheds his skin to find a butterfly within
Caterpillar sheds his skin to find a butterfly within

First there is a mountain, then there is no mountain, then there is
First there is a mountain, then there is no mountain, then there is
First there is a mountain, then there is no mountain, then there is
First there is a mountain, then there is no mountain, then there is
First there is a mountain