by acornspirit » 23 Jan 2010, 04:35
Lines of Power
Thirteen billion blackbirds
perched in three straight rows, and
calling from above, these
shafts so vertical, like
tree-trunks without leaf or limb.
Calling from above, to
show the cross-beams, as a
serpent crucifixion
tied with wire, wrapped in lead.
Thunderous silence, sudden--
now the crosses sprout with
fluttering, flying leaf-wings
calling me to listen--
Ancient oaks, their branches
twisted, turning, and in
all directions giving
praise and thanks: the sturdy
earth, the breath of breeze, and
raising bouqueted hands up
flowing forth in all directions,
liquid branches tracing
unseen pathways through the air.
Then to see it--
perfect wholeness, spreading
spherical perfection,
all-heal perched among the
twisted branches as an
offering, rich and fertile,
tree-gods hailing sky-gods
speaking without wires--
womb of goddess, seed of god.