Psalm
So where is the past? Is it the terrain
in periphery, never the destination
but whose contours shape the weather?
Is it the icy light the moon reflects
on the tracks of things before me?
Wonderful deeds have we done, and
fearful things. They lay across the path
of parting like roots or over-hang
my steps with shade and snakes.
I do not wish to look
back. I only need to know
from which direction will come
the monster-god it has nurtured
to replace me so that I may stand
before him in the breach to turn away
his wrath, convince this pale reflection
that it could be a kinder god
If only it were possible: a kinder god. Very moving, Jeff.
Thanks, Leonard.
If anything could convince the gods to be kinder, Jeff, it’s your poems.
Thank you Ann. With all the rain falling here today, I rather feel I may have really ticked something off. Guy next door on the hill is building some kind of boat…
I’m wondering about how many cubits the boat is, Jeff. I hope you and those you love are all safe.