Hector
“Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?” (John Keats)
A little piece of
Heaven
fallen to the Earth
Lightness made
heavy
In the
transubstantiation
Of birth
Kindled from the
darkness
Sung into being
From
an infinite
shining no-thing:
Thrown-blown
Ringing-round
Singing
Bringing
Divinity
Free from useless
suffering
Though you must be
beset
with pain from
time to time
No one has the
power to let you
down
Yet it be in your
false expectation of
them
That applies equally
to your view of you
My lovely bones!
Find your way
among the cherry
blossom paths
Riding the apple carts
‘down the rivers of the
windfall light’
See clearly and be
that soulful defender
Hector!
And to Hell with the
consequences.
Sow without care
of reaping
Keeping
faith with
broad-shouldered
Earth
