You Are Sky

vortex-sunset

You are sky,

canvas kaleidoscope

mysterious and dangerous.

I stare fascinated,

drawn by your glory,

terrified of your ferocity,

your untamed wild.

You are sunrise and rainbow,

hurricane and eye –

unpredictable and beautiful,

Beauty and Beast.

Your face reflects my own,

scrapes at places long-buried,

calls forth daybreak

from the ashes of darkness.

You smile and I dance.

You groan and I tremble,

labour beneath your tears and sighs.

You are sky,

too grand to be boxed,

too magnificent to be tamed,

and I love you.

 

 

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Upon a Gentle Evening

lake at sunset

Dark descends as sky extends her palms of candied pink;

Earth below reflects her glow in watercolour ink.

Flossy clouds in evening shrouds spin filaments of light;

Shadows stretch as ripples fetch the moon, and say goodnight.

Skywalker

Suspended miles above, on height

of dizzy death-defying span,

a Mohawk man prepares the site

for implementing steel-clad plan –

a skyscraper to lead from earth

to heaven’s altar,  far above;

for skywalkers to traverse girth

and walk the path of clouds in love.

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For the many Mohawk steelworkers from the Kahnawake reserve in Quebec

The Birth

Autumn sky, in advanced stages of labour,

struggles, pants;

ripe with womb’s distension,

she moans,

pacing,

her anxiety and pain

threatening to overwhelm.

She has forgotten to breathe.

Between contractions,

she recalls her training;

sudden intake of lungs delivers

North Wind fury.

Together,

they bring forth a son,

and name him

Snow…

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The sky, pregnant with snow, was surly and strange and wonderful all day today.  I could only capture the smallest portion of its wild beauty…