Neithr Poet nor Saint

[Guest guest]

neither poet nor saint

nor sinner

wanting

the absolution of the hard rain of indifferent flowers or

the thunderous ovation

of grace-filled poems,

blooming

in the almighty hands of God or

in the spiraling kismet

surrendered to an unholy

and unspoken desire

of fallen

dark angels

flying

with diaphanous dragon wings

sheltering

the light from the storm,

the moon from its shadow

clinging like troths of flesh

 

am I,

 

settling in

the ripened dust of the song of earth

having fallen from the tree of life

 

having eaten from the forbidden fruit

 

and finding myself returned to the awe of heaven.