in anticipation of summer solstice
after Uche Nduka
all around me
the faces of deserts
riot
throw eyes
ignite roots
bloom
envision
the faces of deserts
riot
throw eyes
ignite roots
bloom
envision
the fury of weightlessness
outlasts
the pull of glaciers—
the possibility of an empty dancehall
the memory of a flickering candle under siege
to be human in these aeons
is to open the palms
to each beauty
threatening the death driven...
keys
talismans
nectars & medicines
...all around me
my many faces open the doors
my rosary of thorns
my crown of insight
thoughts are light
thoughts are light
in this wild mind
all thoughts on their knees
with one hand to the heart
with one hand to the Earth
that i become the gold at the bed of the river
a mouth of mirrors
siphoning salt from ocean floors
drink from my cup & throw my cup to the horizon
reflections, moments, tears of dust
birth me as i am & give birth too as you are
brother to a wayfaring vision
singing child of true north
send back gilded pasts send back the eyes askew
send back lucre send back greedy tongues send back uncurious hands
heed birdsong heed mandolin & cello heed the mystery
unfold stillnesses unlock secret ghosts of the heart
untie the heart from the freezer door
heed possibility heed orbitals heed voices from nowhere
heed the moment's calling
everywhere your windows embark the unseen
everywhere beheaded statues cannot dance—
everywhere beheaded statues cannot dance—
© 2022 Daniel Cyran
This poem was written after a reading of With a Swoop, via The Poetry Foundation: With a Swoop, by Uche Nduka
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