Now
is the Time
Now it is time
that gods came walking out
of lived-in things.....
Time that they
came and knocked down every wall
inside my house.
New page. Only the wind
from such a turning
could be strong enough
to toss the air
as a shovel tosses dirt
a fresh-turned
field of breath, O gods, gods!
who used to come
so often and are still
asleep in the
Things around us, who serenely
rise and at wells
that we can only guess at
splash icy water
on your necks and faces,
and lightly add
your restedness to what seems
already filled
to bursting: our full lives.
Once again let
it be your morning, gods.
We keep repeating.
You alone are source,
With you the world
rises, and your dawn
gleams on each
crack and crevice of our failure.
(C)
Copyright 1999
STARDANCER
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