Summoning
all my majesty,
making more of these
pointless motions,
as important as anything.
They’re not important,
but it is important
that I do them now,
with reverence.
There,
out past the sight of shore,
the wind whips us,
we ride the storm
from doldrums,
to the end of the world.
All that matters
is that I keep doing
the little things.
Open my mouth,
and let a good thing exit.
Open my mind,
don’t let that dark thing enter.
Open my heart,
and hope that it is filled with light
and not packed full of ocher.
Move as if
to hear some silent music.
Speak as if
an incantation comes.
Think as if
each thought
is manifested.
Know that each thing matters;
every one.
Steering myself through the day
with any kind of grace,
to show you my inner state
is invested in this way.
I don’t seek to control you;
I can barely control myself.
The reason that I chose you
to read this
is because
you still have some hope left.
My hands
wave
in mystic gestures.
My lips,
breathe life
to sacred words.
Bringing you closer to me
than a memory.
Thoughts
are movements
in other words.
In other worlds.
HG – 2019
