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The Poems of Dane Cervine

ae DaneEditor’s note:  Dane Cervine’s poems have won, or been finalists for, awards from Adrienne Rich, Tony Hoagland, The Atlanta Review and Caesura. His work has appeared in a diverse range of publications, including The SUN Magazine, The Hudson Review, anthologies, short films, animation, newspapers and online. Cervine serves as Chief of Children’s Mental Health for Santa Cruz County, and has a small private practice as a therapist. Visit danecervine.typepad.com.

How Therapists Dance

Washington DC after a conference,

we head into the urban night

led by the jive-talking white ghetto boy

raised in black foster homes

bent on showing us the town. We

wander from night club to bar,

a mix of Black, Asian, Latino, White

earnest saviors eager to party, to strip

the mind of diagnostic prognostication,

to revel. Eventually, one by one, our group

slips back to the hotel till I am alone

with a young black woman who says

I want to show you one more place.

Down an alley, she leads me to a club

where I am the only white face in the joint,

and while she is gone to the bathroom,

the owner saunters over, asks how I’m doing,

says if you have any trouble here, come find me.

And I am suddenly more alone

than ever, till my young friend returns,

looks at my anxious face, smiles, says

this is what I wanted to show you.


Enlightenment Is a Bitch

At first it isn’t so bad—a taste of ecstasy,

the world covered in honey. Even snails

scrawl the names of Buddhas with their silvery trails.

But then, too much. Pears become unbearable,

wet white flesh so tender one could perish

contemplating the first taste.

Meditation becomes oddly redundant,

attention now like water, absorbed in tree-root,

plumbing; even fire hydrants with their red

stubby arms become mandalas, and worse,

the police siren revving its wail behind

my slow-moving car sounds like a mantra.

Even my wife’s complaints about me finally

sound true. I just bow. Kiss her slender hands.

Carry the garbage outside, but damn! The moon!

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Everything in our world has a specific time (a season) in which to accomplish a specific work—a “season” that begins (opportunity) and ends (time’s up). I can feel the season is changing. The leaves turning colors, the air cooler, sunbeams casting shadows in different places. It feels like a seasonal change has begun in the northern hemisphere. Christmas is in four months, and 2015 is swiftly speeding by. Soon it will be autumn and time for the many Festivals of Light. Each season offers new opportunities. Then the season ends and new seasons take its place. Humanity, too, is given “seasons” of opportunity. We are in one of those opportunities now, to bring something new (Uranus) into our world, especially in the United States. Times of opportunity can be seen in the astrology chart. In the U.S. chart, Uranus (change) joins Chiron (wound/healing). This symbolizes a need to heal the wounds of humanity. Uranus offers new archetypes, new ways of doing things. The Uranus/Chiron (Aries/Pisces) message is, “The people of the U.S. are suffering. New actions are needed to bring healing and well-being to humanity. So the U.S. can fulfill its spiritual task of standing within the light and leading humanity within and toward the light.” Thursday, Aquarius Moon, Mercury enters Libra. The message, “To bring forth the new order in the world, begin with acts of Goodwill.” Goodwill produces right relations with everyone and everything. The result is a world of progressive well-being and peacefulness (which is neither passive nor the opposite of war). Saturday is the full moon, the solar light of Virgo streaming into the Earth. Our waiting now begins, for the birth of new light at winter solstice. The mother (hiding the light of the soul, the holy child), identifying the feminine principle, says, “I am the mother and the child. I, God (Father), I Matter (Mother), We are One.”

 

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