Narcissus, Lover That I Am Poem by Gary Hammontree

Narcissus, lover that I am


Narcissus, lover that I am,

silent appreciation of myself,

drunk with egocentric love.

Obscuring a vision of the world

dribbling down the court of life

a cowboy dreams, locked in time.

Caught in a series of endless whirlpools

washed ashore the wanderer nears

the end of his journey.

Suddenly, silenced as if

someone had muffled his iguana,

Huckleberry Hound is running on all pistons.

Obscure thoughts of Arabia and a waterfall, its

mist permeating the wind.

The messenger shivering outside

cold, yet his time has come.

November wind curls around the mountains.

A dazzling blue snake crosses the road

then, lays curled, waiting for someone to pass.

Gary Larand Hammontree