Elemental Walk

May 20, 2015

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The green cocoon of the field
Carried dew to my eyes yesterday,
To my hips and thighs.
Was I wandering into some jealous grip
Of the One whose cloak and staff
Brings me comfort?

On days like these,
When the sinews of life’s effort,
That infernal reach for freedom,
Seem set loose, like blowing chaff
On the tail of the wind,
I find also the weight of its mantle;
Not a burden of much comfort, only flames.

Meanwhile ancestry calls; deep tones
From the blue shadows of the grass.

And the quenching tears roll;
Quiet waters on a distant hill.
I cannot look up – not yet;
Gaze is stitched to the pathway,
Shepherd following scent of lost lamb.
I become, quietly, the green woman;
Jealous for life, to touch it’s seam.
Limbs sink and rise into her colour;
Youthful hope re-enters my bones.

One day we will lie in such pastures,
And its grasses and leaves will cover us.
For today,
I now see,
Sweet lord,
I shall not
Want.

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Sun Set – May 2015

May 5, 2015

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To see death is to touch life,” she said,
Turning her head to look at him,
Turning west, that is,
Towards the framed light of a dipping sun.

This happened as we sat in the quiet room,
Wooden floors, orange wall,
A cluster of plants by the window,
A peppering of oriental objects,
The array of thumbed books,
Stacked and propped in coloured slants.

On all of this, the sun was setting,
Settling its glittering rays, like fingers stroking bristles
And pausing most tangibly, it seemed,
Where a painting hung on the auburn wall.

An etching; mottled wood of dying tree,
Beside stone wall; stacked, propped, muted,
Yellow wisp of grass licking bark,
The sun itself drawn circular; statuesque, rustic sky.

And the rays meanwhile danced,
Against the glass-front of the painting,
Across the face-skin of she speaking wisdom;
Danced with such grace and compassion,
That I thought, “This is it
This is the communion of what is alive
With what is dying.
Right now, held in its falling light.”