25 March 2010

Smithing

Passion and Life, cooled,
Distends like icycles
Reaching for the earth,
Reaching downward but thinning,
Puttering out in the outward inertia while
Descending back by the force of gravity;

Warm air, cool air, the vacuum--
It's all quite easy science, the
Inward descending, freezing up
In the atmosphere in some odd shape.

Well, but you shall become a butterfly someday;
Well, but you'll become some flowery spark,
With some titillating story to tell us,
Wonderful.

But at this one moment,
Culled -- sharp and brittle as some ice shard --
Curled over, cold, cooling to some strange shape,
I doubt butterfly or spark
But still have all intention and faith
In the steel, the anvil, the Maker.


-r

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