BY JAN HAAG

POETRY + ESSAYS + MUSIC + TRAVEL + FICTION + TEXTILE ART

INTRODUCTION + HAAG'S BIO





IDENTITY CRISES

8-9-97



I am a part of that land and those landscapes.
I walked along those streets, heard that laughter,
listened to the birds cry.

My molecules danced with that sunlight, those moonbeams,
the rain drops in that garden, on that roof
and dispersed under that tree.

As I grow older the reservior of relationships grows
with every table and chair, every skyscraper and passing plane.
I am part of that landscape.

My molecules breathe your molecules, my memory tendrils twine
round each moment I have walked down the vistas
of time on this earth,

over tree roots, under hedges, on the parquet floors
and the miles of concerte. I am a part of those streets,
warehouses, mansions,

those hydrocarbon afternoons of
heat and dust, those moments, those hadrons, pions, muons --
longing for God,

accepting from time to time the gesture
of a human hand.












Copyright © 2000 Jan Haag
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Jan Haag may be reached via e-mail: jhaag@janhaag.com




OTHER POEMS ABOUT THE PEOPLE AND LANDSCAPE OF AMERICA

Arizona Desert

Father

George Coluzzi

I Am Innuit





BY JAN HAAG


POETRY + MUSIC + ESSAYS + TRAVEL + FICTION + TEXTILE ART

INTRODUCTION + HAAG'S BIO



21st CENTURY ART, C.E. - B.C., A Context