Garbí

just a break
in the morning psychotic noise
of boiling brains, the breathless fears,
clucky instinct of the body:
the species' perception, ego's survival
and just a break

then the breeze sweet,
heartwarming murmur
the near mountain

then ashes revive,
float in the sun
over the summit: Garbí
stands here in my heart
where the dead and the living
keep dancing around the peak,
the light of the day
the daily bread
(as David whispers
     
      My mama said, "To get things done
      You'd better not mess with Major Tom.")