• Elementals: Four Short Poems


    Gentleness is also strength,
    the persistent drip of season
    after season of patient coaxing,
    the long yet purposeful suffering
    of chance, of choice,
    a taking in without cavil,
    a restraint, a truth,
    for surely as time accrues
    downriver, anything solid
    and invincible
    will break, will bend
    to water’s grace.
    Your stillness is dauntless, and I
    partake with you your cause
    for I am also flesh, your offspring,
    one among many who reveres you
    by your gifts, your steadfast beauties;
    you are ancient before you are young,
    then to your bosom we, your children,
    will return in time, will morph into
    beauty, dauntless and steadfast,
    and be re-casted into other versions,
    other earthen vessels.

    The wind is a teller of tales, of truths,
    a singer of primeval songs whose music
    resembles the mirth and anguish of men;
    it is restless movement, an undying dance,
    wandering the world in man-given names,
    never revealing its true name; it is
    the primary witness no one believes in,
    no one takes counsel from, for the wind speaks
    of wondrous and grievous things,
    that above all, the work of human hands
    is ephemeral, and life is
    also wind, a gust of borrowed breath

    They perch
    on the branched sky and throb,
    cold, white fire, brilliant only
    from a certain distance,
    these sudden rages of liquid sun
    unchaining fireworks to the earth.
    Consuming intimately, completely,
    ominous flashes
    birthed from burdened cloud
    bring awesome fright
    coursed through various bursts,
    and we are left astounded, agape,
    utterly fascinated with distances.



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