Sanctified Poem by Smoky Hoss

I have this book of great poems
by Jim Harrison, it is
so good, it is
sanctification.
I desire to write in it,
to make notes and to underline
you know, to be part of it - but,
I dare not,
divinity is to be observed;
like the Sabbath, like great music,
it is a holy rest.
- Still, there are offerings to be given;
I am reminded of the one time
I was able to play
real music on my harmonica
- never before, not since -
I was camping with my cousin
and my pal Pete; they played
beautiful guitar, I was attempting sensible sounds
from my harmonica.
In that one night, in that special setting,
amongst kindred souls,
the music flowed magnificently, magically,
mysteriously - like great poetry,
a Gift.
We were on holy ground... one dares not
question, only pay attention
-and tread carefully-
in the prescence of the Divine.