Church bells
Sound twelve
Chimes thrumming
Each pulse
Present with prayer
Moving strangers' eyes in the air
Hands dance from side to slender side
Fingers flow
Tracing tender circles left to right
Tai Chi moves energy gently
And thought moves wishes to worship.
A story of both joy and one of sorrow
Of endless night: no dawn, no tomorrow--
How the Jackdaw stops to sing...
The bird that stole the bishop's ring
His wife cries as a feather falls to the ground
No one notices, her sobs make no sound.
Rest your hands on the window
And watch them go
All earthly authority in a circle and a seal
Now he hears the turning of the wheel
The tearing away of his powers
He used to wear like faded flowers.
The True King brings an end to war...
Just as well--
We were born for so much more.
Shade fades and shadows retreat
To the edges of walls, the sides of feet.
Heat drifts slow across dusty streets;
Sweat on your lips is salty and sweet.
We shake from a sudden summer kiss.
Has there ever been any time but this?
2.16.2006
* Note this poem is best seen/read while centered on the middle of the page. The proper lineation and spacing will add to the overall movement and tone of the poem.
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