Song of the Earth
The day’s eye is His eye, it burns
With fearsome, hot embrace. She twists, turns
But cannot flee that ancient heavy pull,
That passion which came to her so long ago
And filled the eternal cold of night
With his light, and a thousand songs of love.
And then, after the customary journey,
The sounds of life, a buzzing, humming, and chirping
From every corner of their joyful marriage house.
But now he has grown mad: he spurns the children,
Pulls her closer, ever closer to his raging
Fiery gaze. Waters where fish swam
Have boiled away and now no song is sung.
No birds take wing nor does any seed sprout.
Yet still he draws her closer. She cries out,
But cannot flee that ancient heavy pull.
(c) Jim Carlson 12/9/1993