Poetry Porch: Poetry

 

Resurrection
by Elizabeth Reeke


Behold those fists that pound these breasts;
Behold those eyes that pierce to the ego’s core.


Silently blue morning descends upon pillars of light,
Streaming unto an earth that is once again new,
Rising from centuries of nights.

From nights that brought the feathered swoosh of transparent figures,
Shadows of long arms rising,
And whispers of languages I already knew.

From nights when I walked to the very edge of the starry vastness
And gently turned my body to the skies,
the inside out, the outside in,
Flowing softly into the endless space.

From nights spent solo in the clear mountain air,
Sitting large and still in snows that were neither wet nor cold,
Absolutely still,
In a cave vast enough for all bodies.

From nights when I bore the storms of deafening thunder
And the shooting arrows of wakefulness;
From nights when strength clamored against my ribs
And sang from the depths of my heart;
From nights that held all the journeys of life,
And released them unto the beating drums.

From nights that held all the journeys of life,
And released them unto the beating drums.

Silently blue morning descends upon pillars of light,
Streaming unto an earth that is once again new,
Rising from centuries of nights.



Copyright © 2010 by Elizabeth Reeke.