my guru is old hat

Mindy's skyhat

sky­hat by Mindy Mitchell

for Mindy Mitchell

as sun­light scat­ters the magpie’s shade from his mul­berry tree
my guru’s tomb wraps itself in decades of hurt­ful neglect

at the height of his pow­ers, he kept two tick­ets to par­adise
in the feather band of his con­i­cal guru’s hat—just in case

a local entre­pre­neur dries cow pat­ties on the stone steps
below his empty ambry, now a stage box for scorpions

at the height of his pow­ers, he could make small things
sit still while he watched the inside of his eyelids

thun­der never cracks the sky-blue dome of his sep­ul­cher
nor do the thumps of flat-footed pil­grims plague the dust

at the height of his pow­ers, he could make the baby bird
sing and make the poison-snake lis­ten to some­thing else

    the alms­man gath­ers no alms here now
    for we are chil­dren of the ungracious

5 thoughts on “my guru is old hat

  1. Susan Bentley

    A new poem! I may need to talk about this one with you, but first let me read it a few more times. I love Mindy’s skyhat.

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