Ojo de Dios

SOURCE-VIBRATION

The iconoclast in his canoe

oars his poetry

(defying gravity)

upstream.  I’m following you,

he murmurs, to the light

behind his back.  One

source-vibration

senses waves out of her tight

spring, jetting toward the Delta.

The prophet’s out of season,

Henry, mutters Jason

Bluejay (Hobo’s twin).  ‘Strooth, sirrah.

Fake saviors, antichrists will rise

like worms out of the mealy

rot, promising Envy

great Vengeance.  Where the body lies,

there vultures will assemble.

The Boar will tusk the Prince,

fill Earth with violence...

foundations of the planet tremble.

His canoe, the eye of Providence

(Ojo de Dios) whirrs

to emerald headwaters.

One pine, one fiddlehead give evidence –

your vernal J spirals intelligence

of love (bright quickness lost

& found).  Swift Holy Ghost

Rio pours restoration, recompense.

11.19.18