I know that I have been derelict, joined Facebook
though only for a fortnight.
Oh, Muse, let me return to the freedom of the West
when you and I lived raw, before I left for Lotus Land
and forgot my home. Return me to those days
before my taming when I flew with kingfishers.
Let me become the wonderer I was, in the New Mexico
orgy of creation, let me beat the snare
drum in my heart, that pulsar that would strike
in the planets from inner and outer space.
Oh, Muse, grant me that second wind where I run
and run and can’t think of anything but One,
the race of God and Man.
I don’t know who is in front of me or behind me but
grant me the snap of the finish tape across my breast.
Glenna Luschei is the founding editor of Solo Press, now in its 45th year. Along with her support of magazines and publishers, Luschei works in the arts community. She lives in Carpinteria, California, where she tends her garden and her avocado orchard.