Hung in time’s pendulum
felled between the measured chimes
pinned inside the gate of miracles
certainty trembles :
bronze sheafed corn erect for harvest
flattened by that one freak storm .
Yesterday’s a bluebird
beaked with silken scarf
flies fast to erode tomorrow’s granite ,
and wise men wait
immobile in that detached space:
chop wood, eat fire ,drink from molten river
search their truth in children’s eyes.
Lightning strikes so calmly
blasting bolt splits knotted oak
nurtured centuries in nature’s arbour,
and certainty’s an island
dropped in shark infested sea,
here we flounder for horizon
flotsam fleshed on random wave.
‘’Now’’ leafs her girdled circlet
springs from sprouted heartbeat
bites the blood of old men’s breath
holograms each withered hand ,
pattern tunes your family voice
that seals lost generations .
Caught inert in measured swing
life blossom’s her blind moment
turns the stair ,reneges once more ,
and certainty’s a witness,
beam your hopes in fervent prayer ,
chop wood ,eat fire, drink from molten river
relive your truth in children’s eyes .