These Words Will Not Wait Til I Am Gone (audio poetry 2:41)

Woman Waiting for the Moon to Rise, Uemura Shoen, 1944

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These words will not wait til I am gone,
fate springs to their side
lifts them off twigged perches
nudges them from gargoyled sills
for the love of god, they whisper,
can we not fly now
on the nascent breeze?

these words are not mine
they have destinies far greater than I alone can offer,
their universe lies not within me
yet beyond all manner of a limited life,
they have been born
for their own becoming
and clung to my bosom
they cannot remain.

these words carry the power
to carve canyons out of stone
fashion armies of tender hearts
from blades of serrated steel,
in their presence the molten melts,
walls tumble a-rustle,
what is a pen stroke
in the face of creation
but creation’s very voice
found a temporary roost?

these words I travel with,
I am but a porter
while they apportion truth
for the hungry
 I await in the wings while they
glisten in the moonlight
center stage is their domain
I, a carrier oil for the essential
anointing they advance,
my humility their exaltation,
my mouth their lute.

these words, they beswarm me,
plant sweet kisses round my neck
and whisper,
always they whisper
their unceasing invitation,
they outstretch themselves
in my direction
and fall as virgin snow upon me

these words will not wait
til I am gone.

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