I Have An Ark

I Have An Ark

I have an ark with a spectacular view
The spine of it is lined with books
I have sealed the boards with honey
There is a soft rug by a leather chair
I sleep on the floor for better stretching
I have a small river that runs into a larger sea
Gray doves have built a nest in the far eave.
This is my special scroll I found
buried beneath the roots of a pale birch
Nothing is written on it but possibilities.
Have you heard the wind song of dawn?
Each morning she plays a blue pipe.
All the birds sing slightly off key.
It is the way their individual songs drop
from the varying height of branches.
There is a puppet of myself in the southern sky.
Some days I pull the strings of repetition.
It is little more than a ritual.
Angels stare from the laurel bushes.
Their eyes flower large and white.
Sometimes the church will bring someone
to hold under the river
They lift them from the water
singing praise, praise, holy.

Reviews

[Ed Hart]

Your poetry, taken in larger measure, is the journal song of a beautiful soul measuring the well-earned days. It is a wonderful thing for me to find you as the creative juices force you open like a seed called forth by the warmth and moisture of spring...Ed