Supplication in Transit
Let the stones speak
Roll back the eye of heaven
Cast wildflowers in windblown suit to solitary passion
Let shift the flights of birds to form and reform
Auguries of moment
Momentary auguries that plane and hone, converge and verge
on something touching something touching truth
Let comfort wash from raindrops, crystal pendant from pregnant mist
Let fog unfurl and thread its wispy inquiries beneath
the chilly age of certainty
Why not breezes that whisper? Pools that reflect?
Branches that arch and lean intent?
Why not every drop of light a pearl, round with promise and lustrous craft?
Line the box with silk, for something precious is laid there
House each breath in solemn flesh,
each tear describe in blood
String mysteries from sinew to bone and pluck
the tender chord of doubt
Speak to me
Why not?
Strip away cynicism, abdicate fear
Unlock the treasury and spend the coin of time--
A mere childs toy
I am the toy
I am the child
Let the grass sing to me as once it did
Let my heart sound its rhythm in the sweet green needles of fallen pine
Let my soul fly up, with arms as long as freedom
with roots a deep as love
Let the stones speak
I will listen
- Susan Davis Glazier
November, 2003