Solstice Coming

I feel the spiral of time, the vortex
where hands meet fists meets feet
the whole of the body & the whole
of the night, coalescing like ebbing
the seal webs between toes
if  only I was a better swimmer, the bud
of translucent potential, my whole fate
laid smartly out, flutter, thrumming
like my small loud heart-beating,
binding the bang to the bright,
the spelling word left on the blackboard,
for the weekend rote music and pencils
now: without using any syllables,
make light.

the blistered sun has traveled
and will come to the tomb, peering in
confident, yet resigned to us
year after year. Will we ever learn
to bear the weight of the yoke
joyfully? there are colors
& magics which obscure beauty
wiped like traffic light windex-washers
spot free from the eye, we see
our fears in their growth, the exponent
aftermath; all we see is sin & war,
black warning clouds, mounting in opaque
glassy horizon-prophecies, reflecting back all
the heated hatred for our condition,
unmodified for lack of teaching,
but rumors run spreading seeds, a single soul
running about with buckets of water,
a good sorceror's apprentice, busy
lighting lanterns, smelting fires.

Reviews

[W.k.kortas]

There is a bucketload of well-wrought and imaginative imagery here: the vortex "where hands meet fists", the webbing between toes, "traffic light windex-washers". We are, indeed,too often too gloomy a lot, unable to "bear the weight of the yoke/joyfully", for, while life can be a hard row to hoe, what are the alternatives? The final image of the sorceror's apprentice, so heavily weighed down by his tasks, yet so close to mastering the secrets of magic (and, all the while, slightly comic as well) is genius, nothing less.

[Doctor JKC]

You go from our higher self to our
lower nature flawlessly.

As I know it, the sorcerer's apprentice
was usually used as a feed for the hungry
demon should something go wrong, thus,
saving the sorcerer from a death of soul peril.

"Lack of teaching" are the key words.
The fire of youth is so mis-spent.

You are such a great word-smith!
Jack/Sanand