Today’s poetry prompt is to write about resistance:
I have seen the way the world is weighted,
heard you murmuring the words
distress, despair, disgrace,
marked the way it seems the fates
conspire to place you
underneath the wagon’s wheel.
If I can try one phrase to bless
this wretched space in which you rest
between the gales and squalls,
let it be this:
May your soul be a sail.
Your spirit will resist the winds that drive you
into dusty earth or claw you from the cliff-face.
May you catch that wind and rise.
May you surprise yourself in flight.
1. The Chalice Labyrinth. Balancing my light and my shadow. Finding my way across the divide between the different parts of me.
2. Six deer silhouetted in the dusky moment just before dawn.
3. And then the sunrise. I am learning my colors: magenta, chartreuse, indigo, aquamarine, tangerine. And there’s one that’s not quite peach and not quite tangerine, something I can’t quite name yet.
4. Walking over the fields with my guys: Jon, the boys, and Fred the Cat. And that bird: peregrine, perhaps. Or osprey. Long crooked wings, and white beneath, sweeping over the fields in the spring breeze.
5. Saying yes to the new thing, new growth, new learning. Trusting, like the Fool, in the grace of wind to catch me in the leap.
May we walk in Beauty!