i wish i could bottle certain feelings
and uncork and inhale them when needed
last night i had a moment of utter bliss
looking around, watching adults and artists
puppeteering giant buffalo around a warehouse in brooklyn
everyone concentrating
everyone knowing
it’s an illusion but also a very real spirit
that makes this whole herd work
it’s art and community and hope and strength
and imagination and wisdom and belief
and i damn near cried because i couldn’t believe
this is real life
this is better than i could have imagined
my time on earth
would be spent
helping native persons
helping the earth
with art and performance and everything i have ever wanted to do
i suppose i’m inhaling that bottled sense again this morning
writing about it
trying to express with words what words cannot express
but can, perhaps, capture a sample
or imitate for future use
for when i feel lost
for when i feel depressed
for when i have no hope
i can remember one hundred and sixty? seventy? eighty? people
some inside a puppet
some outside observers
learners
like me
all with one goal in mind: create conversation
for the betterment of everyone on this planet
every person, human and non-human,
and doing it with
art
art that took teams and teams to imagine and map out
and build and construct
and put final touches on
and doctor and make better
and teams to map out routes and talk with other groups
and performers and city officials and advertise so more people
will see and continue a conversation we are creating
we, this team, all voluntary, all wanting to bring to life
this art, this stampede, this dream,
this imagining
this honoring
i hope those who see from the outside tomorrow and saturday
see what i saw yesterday
feel what i felt yesterday
that it’s amazing to be
here
now
with people
with buffalo
with hope
with art
with life
let us let the earth continue to provide this magic
let us help the earth
let us help the magic
