Thursday, March 21, 2013

Reins Of The Air

                                Place your mind before the mirror of eternity!
                                       Place your soul in the brilliance of glory!

                                                        Saint Clare of Assisi

 The first day of spring
       comes lumbering

         down the hills of winter,
            across the worn grasses of oblivion; 

     its long fingers slanting light                                                               
       over the thrumming                                                              
         pulse of 
   How the horses grab for it                                 
       like the dying                                                                                              
         for flecks of eternity                                            
            over the dark unfurling.

    How shall I be the same?
   The seasons' patterns
         in the dust rings
            of time
   as the young, mounting their horses,                                                               
       take up the reins of the air                                                              
         between their hands                                                               
            lovely in the turning: 

     the beginning bridling the ending                                           
       the ending reining the beginning.

    How shall I be the same?

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