July 2015
I'm a poet and artist living in Maine and often in Mexico. I have three books: Guerrero And Heart's Blood, set in pre-Conquest Mexico, Where They Know, poems, and In Love and Wonder, paintings. Poems have appeared in Little Star, The Caribbean Writer, Numbat, The Adirondack Review, Wolf Moon Journal and others. For more information please visit my website: http://www.alanclarkart.net/
Soul, Flush With Love
Will I be ready, if my readiness
Should slacken, an old rope unraveling,
Lean away before the final letting go,
Become a child again in his demon-
Haunted room, praying dawn will be here soon?
No answer. But querying the Everafter
Seems to be a thing we have to do.
A rumbling calm, I am, at the doorway
My soul is reckoning, soul, flush with love,
Ever young gatherer, old pioneer,
Soul spot-lit by the body’s lumening,
Wisp, bright as a diamond, weighing in
At a perfect naught, sublime traveler
On the way to not nothing, heading home.
Will I be ready, if my readiness
Should slacken, an old rope unraveling,
Lean away before the final letting go,
Become a child again in his demon-
Haunted room, praying dawn will be here soon?
No answer. But querying the Everafter
Seems to be a thing we have to do.
A rumbling calm, I am, at the doorway
My soul is reckoning, soul, flush with love,
Ever young gatherer, old pioneer,
Soul spot-lit by the body’s lumening,
Wisp, bright as a diamond, weighing in
At a perfect naught, sublime traveler
On the way to not nothing, heading home.
©2015 Alan Clark