Wizard


Pahn has left the strip mall
 and gone into the high country
He drives across a sub-alpine basin     of reflective
white      granite
and a stunted        sparse      forest of trees
 that yearn toward
                        a lake         like a mirror in the distance
that sits
in a terminal cirque with glacier polished slopes

His mood rises    as he thinks
of these glaciated mountains          and falls
as he is reminded
                      of their fragility         so close to despoliation
and he drives reluctantly                the gravel road…  

…Pahn has driven
                   past a large lake       in a flat valley        forested
with young and vigorous spruce
                                     fir and
aspen
He stops
and leaves the small car
to speak to friends  

He has a passenger    who comes with him 
At first      Pahn is naked
 but he decides
to go back to the car     to put clothes on 
He comments to his passenger
that if    he were alone in the wilderness
he wouldn’t bother to put on clothes—
that he likes being naked             and feeling
                                                                the wind on his skin
His passenger
(who may be British)
is uncomfortable
and unimpressed by
                Pahn’s feelings of wildness
but Pahn continues to explain              saying
          he thinks people will be embarrassed
by his nudity…returning
to his car
it has become
            a motor-home
 
He isn’t sure     that it wasn’t a motor-home before
but he doesn’t dwell on the confusion

 Although he walks back
to the motor-home
and possibly gets in
he finds himself
                         walking down the road in the late afternoon
and notices
                                      that the mosquitoes are coming out
              buzzing his bare legs 

He remembers the West Nile Virus         and thinks
he should get some repellent
with DEET
 
He has a long-sleeved shirt and
puts it on          but
his legs are still exposed          Momentarily
he finds himself
               on a ridge of crags
in the body of a heavy man
                                                  who is wearing a white robe
          which turns
                                                             midnight and starry

Pahn in the body of the heavy man
is sitting on a crag
at the edge of the range
looking down over a wet valley forest
                of broadleaved trees with
their new spring growth and
he can see the town in the distance
thousands of feet below

He is balancing now
in a crook between
                              two points on this crag and
       is experiencing vertigo

His dizziness comes
                                             and goes
                            while he wonders
                    where his strength is and
                                                            if he has enough  

He considers
                                weather it would matter
                                              to him if he let go
             but the sensation of falling is too frightening  

He runs his hand
over the rock and finds
a good ledge
  to grip onto
 his heart falling       for a moment
as he doubts his ability
     to make it down
    from the crag…

…Pahn is walking
through the older part of town looking
           for repellent 

He enters a building 
There is a wide hall
                                      leading toward the back with doors
on either side                                   He opens
             the first door on his right and
        walks in seeing people
sitting at tables and at a bar
in a slightly sepia room 
There are neatly stacked items
         in small boxes
and jars that might
         be things like
tea
         and jam 
   He surveys them quickly seeing
that there is no repellent 

        The people in the room stare at him
   as if he were in the wrong place
                                                and he concludes that despite
the modest décor
dingy feel
                 it is a private club 

He feels stupid
for a moment
and then leaves the room        to continue up the hall 

Near the end        he becomes aware
of the art deco moldings
He stops to look at a more ornamented door
                      that has a rounded lintel
                            and a word above it that was clearly
once prominent
but has been painted over
so that it is barely
 noticeable       He distinctly makes out the letters

o—c—c—u—p—i—e—d
   
He thinks of turning
back to the front of the building where
 there is natural light coming
from the windows
when a plump man
dressed as a woman
walks by and leads him
into a back room 

There in a nook       the plump man
 lays down       saying something to indicate
that he wants to make love 

The walls of this room are a pale old-fashioned
green and there are no windows
or curtains
                                    or furniture
and the man lifts    coyly
his dress to reveal
 his plump womanly body  

Pahn steps
over the mans knees
and the man says
      “be gentle” 
Pahn says
almost under his breath
“I am not going to be gentle”  with conviction

Now Pahn is kneeling beside
the plump man and looks
over to find another man’s knee ineffectually
trying to force apart the legs
of the plump man
and Pahn
thinks to himself
“The plump man is resisting
                      and the other man is truly trying to force him”

Pahn in a breath inhabits
the mind and body of the man with the knee
pulling apart         the plump man’s thighs      with his hands 

The plump man’s body
 is like a woman’s
and she has no penis

Pahn puts his own penis
             almost on the floor evenly
     in between her buttocks
                                            
though he is not sure
 if he is hard or
if there is a vagina there      and pushes   His mind
                                                            wanders for a moment
but then he finds      she is tightly around him
   and he slides back       and forth in her purse
      thickly warming         and coming…

…Pahn walks
                                          out of the back of the building
into the watery California spring 

Almost immediately he arrives at
a small alluvial precipice

the kind of gravelly drop that used to be common
 in the waste areas surrounding
California towns

He bypasses the scarp crossing
a shallow seasonal stream
                                                   and walks into the woods…

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Some of these poems originally appeared in the following publications

Avocet
Dream International Quarterly
mojo risin'
The Muse Apprentice Guild (The MAG)
Transfer

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