Poems of Life and Death – 40

IXX. The Sun

The night— in mist— a blur of trees—
Your blinded sprint—
From woods to creek—
Stopped
By clarity—

The pause— a pearl— arresting vision—
A second that slows the hurry you’re in—
The pail you brought to gather time—
Full
For him—

Look— in the water—
A silver question—
Welled beyond the circular brim—
Deep
In your reflection—

What— do you see—
When you look— in the mirror—
Shaped— as love— the form— of you—
Clear
In the picture?

Strange— to see— a portrait of four—
Your family— the seasons—
Behind them— a pearl—
Looms
Makes the moonlit living room

Still— the fool— with moons of pearl—
Pearls of moon—
Begs the gods to heal the wound—
Weeps
At their answer—

Your hands— together— ring— a star—
Each— a bow— each— a shield—
Sing a world with sight that feels—
Far
Through unknown seasons—

Now take— the arc— above— the pail—
Your portion of a pentacle—
Bring the water here—
Near
To him—

Nine stars in the night sky—
The surface— the circle— the moon— the pearl—
All the light you see it by—
That
Is me