Like liquid-drop
Spatter-rocks,
Debris thrown from
Heaven’s crater-cloud volcanoes
Spots of rain congeal briefly,
Like liquid-drop
Spatter-rocks,
Debris thrown from
Heaven’s crater-cloud volcanoes
Spots of rain congeal briefly,
There’s a finely judged, difficult juggling balance –
Dreadful tension,
Joyful desperation,
Taste of tears and tide
Expectation’s edge of seat shivers –
In anticipation:
A thing of great value may be
Born of today and the past.
The past when I was a
Hundred ways, and more, different.
The place from which we ran together
Along the cowslip, wine and danger routes:
Each other’s silver-strand chains,
Constant, sometimes distant
Rock-mirror faces … then …
Now what?!
Well I’ll be damned …
The lightning strikes,
Long-waiting’s suddenly over;
Lights come on,
The hammer goes down and
Sniper rumour, tiptoe doubt and
Evil jester’s sleight of hand
Are only for the foolish sages
And the hesitant apes.
9/5/2013
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