we step on bare earth

we step on bare earth

A Poem by hanford zdeb

we step on the bare earth
and have been quiet 
afraid our words would
shear the history
that hides among us.

under empty sky
between us and the sun,
we hear history’s calls to dominion,
becoming the rituals oils,
bottled for the high priest
and his religion.

would the sword, 
the horror of which settles questions better
than it answers them,
be turned inward 
if it weren’t for the immense sadness
of our grieving deity?

we have escaped by hiding for now
in a lush country,
green beyond belief in itself, where
the sweet root calls as birds in
summer heat and peace is an
underwhelming joy,
but it won’t stay beyond forever
it can’t, it will on its own,
rise and fall determining
our bleeding needs,
determining the distance between
footfalls placed
the worth of all worths.
we have questions to answer
questions unseeming, 
redundant to an old man yet
appropriate to the young.

they would be questions 
heavy with doubt and dignity.  
pregnant with faith,
insolent in a single word: why?

© 2022 hanford zdeb

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Added on August 2, 2022
Last Updated on August 3, 2022


hanford zdeb
hanford zdeb

Fly over country, IL

Old man. Still curious, still amazed. more..