Stone banjo
by Ron Czerwien
[ poetry - july 09 ]
What he came home with
was never revealed.
Curious hands across
the ocean of talk find
their journey is over,
one song learned
from singing along.
All kinds of hints
got repurposed
when not absorbing
outsiders. His prayer
winded the world
sleeping on a goat,
never learned
to cue the mythic sky.
The unquestionable maps
no place. Our people
on the ground
are down to earth.
Maybe the cab driver was
inexplicably profound?
The hours of lost swirling
blur the walk.
The poem 'Stone Banjo' was composed, in part, using text appropriated from the liner notes of the world music CD Jayme Stone & Mansa Sissoko, Africa to Appalachia.
