The Ruined Limb

In the fall of time
the rook became the rogue
marking out his limbs and fruit
but creation sang loud, full

In wetness she cracked a seed - a tiny root, a small stem,

it pushes through … hard and fast … it can't wait!

Yes! Living air, glowing sun, the energetic moon.

creation sang louder
she yelled and screamed her love
her breath of fire filled atoms and mountains and souls
he waited silently, creeping

a leaf unfurled, a bud bloomed

a honeybee sucked the juice of her flower

became dizzy with sweet sticky nourishment

she cried for joy, for life, for unending love
but in the end she was too obvious
too transparent and beautiful and simple
a small complication ruined her

in fields of wheat and fields of corn the seeds crave air

thick sticky sprays cloud their heart, fog their soul,

their life potential reduced, their visitors poisoned. They are sorry.

the green will conquer the black
the ruined limb will grow tall into the black sky
the healed limb will pierce the floor of heaven
Let in the light! Let in the air of fire! Let in love.

© Gaylene Barnes, 2009