Sunday, February 22, 2015

Deuteronomy 11: In Writing

See the path between
shattered crevice and sheer cliff,
winding, bright and blinding
as the watching sun
in its burnished sky.

Hold anger, heavy as an anchor
iced and jagged in your cradling palm
abrading your arid fingers
mouth parched to silence,

till you learn to listen for  whispers
the distant rumble that drums the sky,
flowing, flooding, milky and golden
down the sprouting mountainside

Filling upraised palms
in watery weight, that escapes
between crevice and crack

a sinking mirror
the silvers back

I am here

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