Life: Creation Light

My Words Were Lost In a Maelstrom

 

 

I'm here now having

survived years that swept by, that

i tried to lay hold of, that i will try to lay hold of

again.  see, i 've touched mysteries while looking for

the El Dorados to be discovered in one golden thought

while ceilings fell in over my bed and walls broke away

and I was wrapped in half-light.  the scent of the cold

and the damp and of bodies washed in thin trays

formed a veil over things.  i rested in it as comfortably

as i would in a resurrection shroud.  now I've risen, anointed as it were by these

wet covered sidewalks; breathing life again in the darkness before morning, not tired yet

 of waiting

between concrete and glory.

Will H. Robey (6/15/2020)