Professing * Reflecting

Friday, July 14, 2006

Friday poem, Lance Henson

Happy Bastille Day. Storm something.

revolutionary song

dawn brings with it the sorrow of light
of one who does not want to be seen

a voice that must be hidden
in a place
that it does not belong

is it a river or a breeze
or the running water that grieves
onto itself

that makes one wish to be free

the forbidden song of the cricket
lies among the roses

a wind floats by whispering of che
and crazy horse

on a morning of frost
in the soreness of waking
the cry of humanity goes out of itself
as impossible to stop
as the weeping of water
as the weeping of a child

--Lance Henson




Post a Comment

<< Home