Lux Om Pax
by phyte Wednesday, Aug 29 2012, 1:25pm
international /
poetry /
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Photo by Rebecca Leahan
futile travails
and uncertainties
i leave in the city
with my suited attire --
all behind me now
before me a land-seascape solarises,
luminesces
emerald green skies
cobalt seas
shimmer in my vision
eyes flicker and fly,
strobing like nectar feeders
at the open mouths
of flowers
i am shaman again
translucent
part man, beast, spirit
a body tailored for the journey
roaring seas
lashing wind
confront me
with sustained force;
i take deliberate forward steps
moving toward my goal
closer --
nearing the edge
the appointed place
under an overhang
overlooking infinity
at the edge now
buffeted in all directions
i take exact steps
and leverage myself
under the overhang
safely into an alcove
i remove my loin cloth,
talon necklace
and wrist ties --
naked
i sit cross-legged
facing the horizon
waiting
for the sun
i hear before i see
brass bugles, conche shells and horns
trumpeting its arrival
it is time,
my charge i take from its protective
pouch and release it with open palm
it shoots out and up at eye level
tiny wings beating in a blur
tubular pointed beak
between my eyes
its iridescent feathers refracting
the morning light
a tweak of its head
a blink of recognition
it turns abruptly and shoots
like bullet toward the horizon
in a blinding flash it collides with the rising sun
rays ripple toward the city
in waves
illuminating every dark crevice
and charging every vessel
waiting in anticipation --
it is done.
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