Ascent

Blessing comes down
in heavy drops
threatening to break
the fragile crust
I walk on.

Dangerous pleasures
set off sirens
athwart the straits
marking the passage
to my destiny.

Freshly freed captives
leave crippled footprints
on stones crossing
rivers in flux
flowing through me.

Dream gathers dark,
lost feathered figures
in cloistered chambers
closed as tight
as sleeping eyes.

Wishful words ascend
between cobalt skies
past celestial candles
burning black holes
in a Euclidean canvas.

Blessings break and
pleasures pass by...
captives cross and
dreams nearly deify
as my prayers defy gravity.


MNA
7/5/2020