PARTS OF A MAN
My separate parts amaze.
Some blind like water sparks on cloudless days.
Some hide like monks
hooded in shadows of new truth revealed.
Others make soft my peaceful world
when decisions hurt.
Still others stiffen resolve
when I grow too pliable
and prone to the quicksands of indecision.
Rarities touch in childlike wonder
when I feel timeless.
Most precious those flights impossible
then suddenly veiled in the mist of mortality.
I am father, son, shaman, penitent,
warrior, victim, lover, beloved,
ploughman and harvester,
candleholder and traveller
in a world that puts heaven in clouds
hell in its earth
and us between.
(Gone To Gossamer)