Where Are You Going, Absalom?

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Where Are You Going, Absalom?

‘to where the moon
can melt the sun,
the cactus blooms
at high noon
and the darkness
bids good morning. . . . .

where cowled thoughts
and taut skin
need never cover
hot bones
and the cactus
no longer pricks . . . .

to fly wingless
to the mind’s ankh,
taking only me, only me
and find that I
suffice.

I’ve been before
to Paradise,
but forgot.
Reaching in,
I reach out,
touching my own
nimbus.
I’ll not be gone long.’

David wept.

Photo by John Holmes

2 Responses to Where Are You Going, Absalom?

  1. Veronica Hallissey September 12, 2014 at 9:47 pm #

    from Suzanne Tate’s iphone. . . . This called forth a ‘knowing’ in me, Veronica, from a familiar somewhere. I love your mystical bent.

  2. Veronica Hallissey September 12, 2014 at 9:52 pm #

    Suzanne, thank you for commenting. I am glad when my writing strikes home.

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