Sunday, October 03, 2010

Can You Hear?

Photo by Katy Brown, Davis

—D.R. Wagner, Elk Grove

We will leave this one on the mountain.
There is a crystal stillness that permeates
These high places.  The dark hands cannot
Do their blood wonders here.

The delights of the heavens are invented
Here.  We can abandon the pain for a moment.
It will find some creature to orchestrate
Itself into a beautiful goddess and show it
To us. 

“Oh my dear, so this is what goes on here.”

The darkness moving away

From the garden, the wheel, the hunger,
The distress of the spirit finally has a place
Where it can mount the golden back of the deer.
And the deer will sing to it...

“Lulla, lullay,
Can you hear, Can you hear?”
As it was

In the beginning, is now, and ever shall be.

And I think about the fires leaping from
The fingers, the fires turning the wheels
As they breathe the same air we breathe,
World without end and the rudder
Grows loud in the empty sea and we
Find it unusual that the muscles of God
Carry us so lightly across the slouching world.