Monday, February 18, 2013

This Great Unknowing

now don't i feel just like
those bare trees bending
in the windy winter

what a tangle i have gathered!

like the half-moon after midnight
i've gone beyond the horizon

toward a darkness that subsumes all senses;
unpierceable perfect dark

but in darknesses are mysteries
that i go wandering for

that i go seeking nets
to ravel in, in hopes
that from this tower

when i cry toward the stars
the sound 
will stir that Woman at her loom

and she will weave for me a blanket,
with the patience of the earth,
the color of my questioning

the stitching of which
i'll read in dream
and wake in light
not fit for eyes
that haven't known
the awe of action
acted in unknowing.