A Small Request
by Notty Bumbo, 2016
I want to open out the center of place,
Of this enduring occupancy,
Of planet as cradle,
As rocking my soul to the bosom,
The ripe pears just beyond the window,
The perfect things summer always promises.
I want to ring the bells of silence easy,
The towering trees supplicating to their endless joy,
The whisper of eternal water over the mountain of life.
Bring out your dead,
Allow them respite from their sleep,
Offer them new wine,
Bid them rise and climb the winding way,
The unending stars call them home.
I want to dig my hands into this earth,
Perform ritual entry into the first sipapu,
To re-emerge each day with arms laden,
The burgeoning harvest glad to oblige.
I want to wake beneath the sheltering sky,
Know the shape of my journey
As I know the shape of my hand.
Reach out from my bed,
To drink the elixirs promised at dawn.
These things are small requests,
Considering the distances we travel
Between our birth,
And the galaxy's edge.
I ask these things be granted
Should they delight the flow of time.