Will Johnstone: An Artist's Journey


Poetry by Will Johnstone

ISBN 978-0-615-41331-0 'Quailbob', Poetry by Will Johnstone, Artist


Copyright © Will Johnstone


Ah, Saint Sebastian!

Ah, Saint Sebastian!

I must apologize
for not having hailed you
five days ago
upon your walk
around the lake

You see, I was in a discussion with a white
and glowing angel who had delivered to me
a sort of ultimatum, so to speak, like, get your
shit together,
surely you know that line.

I just did not then remember to look up.

What is it that you did, Sebastian,
way back then?
I just don't remember that either

You see, I was never really truly
a devoted fan.

I do remember cursing,
once,
and not having been immediately sent wherever,
decided then that the problem was human,
not theological.
I have never worried about it since.

Sebastian, really, what did you do?

I have drunk wine enough and ale from a local brew,
but never have I felt
myself on the verge of Sainthood.

Could you have tasted something stronger?

Oh Sebastian, Sebastian, Sebastian
Give me a clue.

Is it me?

Or is it you?

      ... April 28, 2010



I bought a leather hat on a back road in Maine

I bought a leather hat on a back road in Maine
I bought amber beads in a flea market in Copenhagen
I bought one night's room in Vancouver, Canada
I bought inspiration at a poetry reading in Santa Fe

I paid sixteen dollars for the hat
I paid 30 Kroner for the amber
I paid 38 Canadian for the room
I paid for the inspiration by opening
wine bottles at the reading
in Santa Fe

In my isolation travelling the world
I had forgotten that struggling with
a moment
together
with others
of the moment
to make of the moment
the moment
shared
and together
shared
of dreams
come true
Is more difficult than
leather
amber
sleep
and inspiration

      ...after 1994



Once I was an Earthquake

Once I was an Earthquake
That's all
Just a tremble in the ground
Something to remember

Today I am the storm
With gale and thunder
Drenching rain
But most of all the darkness
burst by glaring light
and sound
A sort of tingling awe
Soaking through the skin

Tomorrow
Just the wind.

      ...1967 - 1968




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