UNCLE MICHAEL - ALIAS GOD
His hands
(tobacco stained)
twisted & gnarled
knotted like an alive
piece of wood
scrawled gestures
across my mind
as the sick calf
bucked in his arms
& his quiet strength
- calmed:
'Shhhhhh... shhhhhhh...suck...suck! '
he crooned
& the sound
soothed.
And the veins
(like vines)
ran up & down
his arms
pumping crude life
like a sudden sketch
to suggest the gist of
rather than the meaning of things.
And he walked
(& I ran)
towards Granny's garden
(like God tending Eden)
& the gate(a little hoarse)
sighed at his hand and
the leaves murmured
(like worshippers in a church congregation)
& the sunlight
genuflected through the trees
and the trees wore socks & apples.
A tablecloth was laid
on a logan berry bush.
And the young tree
gave herself to him
broke tenderly in his hand
and, the knife whistled &
out of the branch came a man.
And he told me
(& I believed him
'cos he was good as God & strong)
that the little wooden man
(the silent statue)
had been waiting
(all the time all ready made)
waiting to be released
from his prison of wood.
'All things...'
he whispered
'all things are
waiting for you
to call them.'
'Call them to come out...'
'Awake them...'
'Create them...! '
The rhododendrons
were blue with amazement
- at this revelation -
a dragonfly walked
upon the water.
A butterfly became
infatuated with a flower.
Me...?
I watched
as his hands
talked...
...explaining things that
could not be...said.
And he took
my hand in his
and I understood
flowed
like a little stream
into his big river
felt God
(close)
near at hand
and...smiling.
Sep 3, 2017
Sep 3, 2017 at 4:28 AM UTC
UNCLE MICHAEL - ALIAS GOD
His hands
(tobacco stained)
twisted & gnarled
knotted like an alive
piece of wood
scrawled gestures
across my mind
as the sick calf
bucked in his arms
& his quiet strength
- calmed:
'Shhhhhh... shhhhhhh...suck...suck! '
he crooned
& the sound
soothed.
And the veins
(like vines)
ran up & down
his arms
pumping crude life
like a sudden sketch
to suggest the gist of
rather than the meaning of things.
And he walked
(& I ran)
towards Granny's garden
(like God tending Eden)
& the gate(a little hoarse)
sighed at his hand and
the leaves murmured
(like worshippers in a church congregation)
& the sunlight
genuflected through the trees
and the trees wore socks & apples.
A tablecloth was laid
on a logan berry bush.
And the young tree
gave herself to him
broke tenderly in his hand
and, the knife whistled &
out of the branch came a man.
And he told me
(& I believed him
'cos he was good as God & strong)
that the little wooden man
(the silent statue)
had been waiting
(all the time all ready made)
waiting to be released
from his prison of wood.
'All things...'
he whispered
'all things are
waiting for you
to call them.'
'Call them to come out...'
'Awake them...'
'Create them...! '
The rhododendrons
were blue with amazement
- at this revelation -
a dragonfly walked
upon the water.
A butterfly became
infatuated with a flower.
Me...?
I watched
as his hands
talked...
...explaining things that
could not be...said.
And he took
my hand in his
and I understood
flowed
like a little stream
into his big river
felt God
(close)
near at hand
and...smiling.
