I like this one, Andrew. Let me offer a companion poem of mine:
Jump into the large, darkened bowl
Like a 19th century boy floated on a river pool
Green the shadow from the overhanging tree
Arms outstretched, the chest arced back:
The Devil may care with my naked body
Embraced by the cool; sweet light
Eliminates intimations of despair:
God cares to sweep back my wet and silver hair.
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(From Triggers, a manuscript that will be published as an ebook later this
week by Shearsman. Details to come! )
> Here's the last poem in a sequence called An Uneasy Faith from my book
> Mother Waits For Father Late (Fremantle Arts Centre Press, 1992) -
>
> MIRROR
>
> I swim in a mirror
> praying it won't break
>
> Praying in a mirror
> God reflects on Himself
>
> Reflecting on God
> I swim in a prayer
>
>
> I had written a number of secular angel poems before this and challenged
> myself to write down what I truly believed. I grew up Catholic, went to a
> Jesuit college until I was 17, then went into a kind of paperback Zen
> Buddhism phase. Now, many moons later, I still like that poem.
>
> Andrew
> http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
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