Arrival
I surrender — in stillness
following the tread of riches set before me
I am both predator and prey —
Ever watchful, gallantry in my bones.
The sky displays cloud runes
That quell any agitation, questions, hunger, yearning.
Their decryption, I am lucid.
Only the sky can call me home.
All I thought I knew, dissolves before me
Acrid acid in a deciduous swamp -
A gleaming carcass on the desert floor
Sun-grizzled and even the bones, didn’t have any survivors.
Plans cascade to the forest floor, reluctantly
Taking their time as light filters delicate through stained-glass substrate
One last denouement until — at last — relief.
I have carried myself in these calloused hands
For all of these eons, time, immaculate has now become
Shifty and tattered, waning.
I find myself supine, on salt flats,
Recalcitrant —
Release, and then I rise -
Rebirthed, again, as a sunbeam refracting
In the sacred Father’s eye.
