CLEAR LIGHT
Again the baby crocuses
peek from the clay.
Blue as those starfish Mary
Ravlin molded, bright as seahorses.
The cottonwoods lean by the river,
hearkening to milder
time. Spring child, your
mother flows to Memphis, where
one milky King came to his end
willing to walk that road –
real prophecy, he said.
Against our triple-headed fiend
(entrenchรจd greed, malice & war)
to shape his earthy will
to one kiln-fired good Will
& forge a worldwide fellowship – soar,
mighty Martin, to that eagle’s lair!
Let your green trumpet sound
until a safety net is bound
with international orange there –
strong as titanic span & pillar
soft as a catenary
wing shadowing gray
Ocean in the sky’s wide azure
where twin doves from Mexico
open their double doors
hid among cedars
on a high hill where monarchs go
*
so blinding sunshine grant us second
sight when we gaze upward
& behold lenticular cloud
of mauve & rose afloat profound
over the wheeling ground & fold
ourselves into that solid air
relinquish pride & fear
for spring’s renewal as of old
your web of mutuality
yokes unknown soldiers trudging
to the Somme frauds pledging
sacrifice for unreality
just as they had in Vietnam
your solitary freedom
walk into Jerusalem
tattooed with beatific stigma I am
coming like a thief, he said
so keep awake the day
draws nigh one April Day
of Jubilee when rising from the dead
we’ll be that crocus Kingdom Come
a long time coming freedom
train of joy & wisdom
supernatural glee from heaven home
to Earth again soul liberty
as promised in the whisper-
cave of Galilee your
clear light ever-afloat Eternity
4.4.17
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