Ghosts of Perihelion
by Notty Bumbo, 2017
Right now the deluge,
Aimed as it is upon this mountain of belief,
Will come to many as no surprise,
The days are all in winter cloaks,
The nights holding their breath,
Emptied of all confidence in their own turnings.
Look out at the last rocks
Battered just shy of horizons:
We all huddle there in the froth!
Yet our eyes remain closed,
And the songs we dance to
Mean us great harm.
And in the midst of this opal rain
We might have again thin chance
To open our minds to the wonder,
Before us all along,
See what is possible
With a clear and generous heart.
One for each vessel.
One for each world.