The Knowing
My throat-wind is blowing chords from the faint
heart to the portal of dreams, come to me and show
me strength and beauty, for it is there to those
blessed with the sunshine of courage.
Retreated from the world as much as possible,
I have found a smattering of a new balance
that helps in ways not yet defined, each day gives
a void and a precipice trail beyond the moment.
Bursts of brightness pop from new redoubts
much like escape lights on floor panels
of an airplane. For now I am headed to better
places, hiking to her, eager for our night noises.
I want to dance on those steps wearing only
one shoe just like you do, and with you.
We step boldly, guided by the oasis birds
where nothing is common about the grackle.
Encouraged by red bellies and ruby throats
and special tufts, if you are genuine, you are
always in tune, soon to apricate. Go away,
world.
When you see the green moon
and if the puzzlement lasts, it is not for you.
When you see it and immerses you, you are
ready. Shed the lorica, no need
to box the bet.
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Author’s Comment: Change in seasons and nature’s elements, night versus day, sends uncertainty into many. In truth, they are our liberators and allies. They open the mind and soul to the whole of the world, to all of our emotions.
If only we open ourselves to the day and night of nature, dance with what is offered us, and see the change in season as refection and inflection points to enhance life. We can evoke the blur of that initial fear of the unknown — until we realize it is all good.
Image Credit: A peaceful image, one of hope; the poppy is a symbol of that in a season of violence [Raquel Raclette/Unsplash].
- The Knowing by Tom Squitieri - January 6, 2023