Pourquoi?
In the presence of my dying mother
in the presence of a broken heart
in the centre of it all
Helios.
Slink back into that black hole
of shadow,
emerge from the sea shaking like a wet dog.
Poseidon.
Old father Sun
burns my thin skin
leaves me dazed,
head spinning with grief
the thief of time.
Hermes.
Here it is, here it is, all of it
this nebulous thing
called life
this woman who bore me
Hera
facing death
Thanatos.
Eternity.
is in the fiery sun
in that shipwrecked sea
of you and me.
Aion.
John Marks
Sat 11th Jun 2022 14:15
“Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.” WB Yeats