I have spent seasons readying for rebirth,
awaiting change forever
in my heart like a bird,
warding off destructive tendencies
and demons, vultures, flies,
with the great, blazing torch of disillusionment,
struggling to stay afloat amid the brine of the gods,
the saturation so bold I cannot taste,
the God so fluid and flooding I cannot know
whatever else exists
alone and apart, and
inseparably a part of us,
but novelty? alas,
Skies are so familiar
that we forget what shade of blue
is shared by our frosting hearts
whose snow-caked wings deserve
to be thawed by the Sea,
to rejoice, to be freed and unleashed
into the delicate
Storm of the Sky
whose shores are allegiance and freedom,
and furious Joy,
the Skylark, emptied of pain,
the emerging fires of the flood,
the redundance, the particulars
of liberty of mind,
the impenetrable Joy
of a thing, a thousand times.
10/21/2016
West Vancouver