5/14/19 Poem by colleen brennan

Coyote Tricked

Hummingbird kissed my cheeck

DOLPHIN is the DOOR

Snail is the mathematical

law of perfection



I spent the last day in Malibu

Silent

Bounded by walls

"Reap what you sew"

Finally found out why

certain palm trees look naked

I was diving into the flat fields with the ocean off to my left

the mountains and their feet sneaking up on my to the right

Oh Mount of MAGU

you hold many tests for me I bet

Blasting Annie Lennox

"Little Bird"

Fog setting

settling

sitting

and sifting all around me

I was the bird

in the clouds

Flying after a morning mist

I took DAVID's BMW

without his permission

Though I was on my way to the nearest gas station

8 miles out

Nearest one open at 3 am in MALIBU

I think I am heading directly toward military AIR FORCE BASE

I see in the distance red, orange, yellow, ORA around the FOG

Its round my 11"o'clock

I am exhausted

I feel like I am listening

To the elders of the CHUMASH

long ago chanting in my ear

I approaching the INTIATION

THEY INTRODUCE THEMSELVES

THEY INTRODUCE THEIR TRIBE

THEY INVITE THEMSELVES TO BE WITH ME

Shamanic drumms

play instantly after

Annie Lennox

on the cell phone

hooked up to the car

I get scared

I realize I am approaching their ceremonial

gathering groung

The present day chumash nation

As

I

get

closer in the BMW now slowing down....

I see hundred of torches

drawing a circle

A very large circle

WITH FLAMES THAT WHERE HUGE

As If it were being used to

shoot out a canon in battle

in the middle of the ground their was an opening

nothing else was around

wide vast field

with ocean way out in the distance

mountains on the right

and the fires of the torches

illuminating for miles the

uninhabited sky

Nothing else but the road

and myself were interrupting the frequency

The circle was massive

as I approach almost now perfectly parallel

The clouds began to move into EAGLE

A giant wing span cloaked itself over

the car

the edges of its outline were illuminated by the fire

below

The black and dark grey smoke

contrasted the feathers and shaped the face

As I look up

This was no fog

formation

EAGLE HAD VISITED ME

THIS TIME IT WAS WATCHING OVER ME

as if to say

"You have a choice to make

I will stand by in case you

make the right one"



I turned my head back to the road, and there was in front of me

A RAINBOW of a highway

It was pitch black all around me...

How are the crows so rich

I was driving through holy ground

I felt like a river

flowing up the mountain

carried by the

surprise of my own

undoing

I slammed on the BREAKS



It was old man coyote

It was there I immediately knew

The man in which I had grown to

Love was

JOKER TRICKSTER

DECEIT

IN HIS WAYS

But there will be

magic in my life