My friend Etta made
herself a cosmic clock
to contain her life.
Then she made
A mandala to define it
as much larger than
anyone could imagine it
to be. My friend

Etta is a curious sort
turning light switches
Into noses for clowns
And making her resistances
Into a 15 piece collage
For the word Yes

My friend Etta makes me
laugh, because she knows
it’s all a play of illusion
the dance of Lela, for
which she’ll play the drum,
while you sway to the rhythm
of the ruby red heart
pulsing through her veins