The Point of This Exercise
thunder above, sky below
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The point of this exercise is to walk the stepping stones of gold light from the sunrise, to let gold infuse one's bones with faith to walk on shards of light without submerging back to night. The sun has crept up behind a wall of cloud to convey an eye peeking through a blind, a line of sight to belay the boat that might today set sail to take me where it cannot fail. So I imagine taking my first step like Saint Peter or like a toddler making a move to walk and teeter toward the thrill of waking words and a murmuration of birds. So the sunrise charts my path and the oracle of days frees me from the risk of wrath, assures me of breezy ways singing my sails towards the sea to a new world awaiting me.
The purpose of poetry, “the boat that might today set sail
to take me where it cannot fail.”.
There should be a rule that no prosaic title be given to a poem this beautiful.
I don’t know what you poets here are up to these days, but it’s dangerously close to knocking us flat, definitely stunned.