VAGABOND DREAM
The earth moaned like a lover’s swoon awaiting thunder
I stood on the edge of the desert like a vagabond
No country, no home, nowhere
The boats were dry and scattered
like corn husks for a harvest
that never came
The yellow moon
paling behind smearing clouds
endured in silence and cast
dull shadows in just such silence
Silence, silence everywhere
In the boats the lost were rowing
The old, the young and unknown
Rowing, rowing in a vacant sea
and vacant eyes upheld to a vacant sky
save the moon
The moon
its mindless eye holding
no judgment
nor mercy
yet watching ceaseless
Stepping in the dry sea
the earth moaned
like a lover’s swoon
awaiting thunder
Nascent desire in a nascent land
yearning for release
Then the sky heard
desire reaching for desire
and the clouds gave up their secret rain
and the dark torrent fell like mountains
The sea and the sea that came
rose swollen from the depths
churning in its consummation
The boats and their frail captains
lifted from the earth
and set unmoored for a horizon beyond sight
Rowing a relentless rowing
towards banks of longing
And I in my boat returned
to my shore now birthed
in the ascending wash
in a yearning of my own privatude
And the pale moon beheld it all
Indifferent yet calculating
About the Creator
Kevin Rolly
Artist working in Los Angeles who creates images from photos, oil paint and gunpowder.
He is writing a novel about the suicide of his brother.
http://www.kevissimo.com/
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