The world afloat

The world afloat  

 

           Incarnate - God eats soil

           While a normal mum " looks

           And infinity finds

           Stark in the open mouth

 

            Our soil is held and loved

            Worked by the hands and mind

            And questions ownership

            Desperate for result

 

             On a removed morning

             Red eyed the red bull snorts

             Glaring " from the high fence

             An innocent passing

 

             Alone stand on pond ice

             Where the golden rod

             Floated - flat brushed about

             By breezes of autumn

 

              My ramshackle garage

              Stores life’s revelation

              And nostalgic detours

              Pines for markers - not mine

 

              Now Good Fridays Passion

              Somewhere a rook squawking

              With the hammer strike bridge

              Of the crucifier’s nails

 

              I imagine with the lost

              Beside a stone altar

              A dream of my dwelling  

              Bright at oblivion

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i like the allusions to Good Friday...to that weekend...and how it makes me see these visions in a field, like a pasture, similar to ones i spent much of my youth exploring.
j.

[Michael Oliver]

Yes Jacob perhaps Easter is our interpretation of this time of year when we feel our mythic selves stirring