Solstice
grindstone
on
this longest day
I
am a weight
wading
humanity
in
a full beaded ripe
I
am the sweat
ready
to pour
a
scared wipe
of
my brow
I
am a seed
pausing
the Sun
bleeding
all the things
I
am carrying to blame
my
mechanics
my
organic mimicry
my
selling reason
for
understanding to burn
are
the tinder timber stands
of
the truth
that
is my faithlessness
that
is my need
to
be every lover
a
throated bloom
of
hunger drapes
blood
beneath the skin
in
the songs
of
the peepers at night
they
are calling on
life’s
earnest frenzies
to
curl into you
to
grind blind paths
that
can see
that
most of us
are
close and thus
are
in the dew
blade
tilling a rust
to
cover what rises
a
surrender in the twilight
turning
time in
the
thick air waiting
EJR
©
'a surrender in the twilight
ReplyDeleteturning time in
the thick air waiting'....great x