the pulse breaking off the tops of widow’s peak waves
blushing high over the coastal horizon
a piercing thought
that boiled in the mind’s own brain
an intuitive question
with an answer as certain as death in the next step
and raised thoughtless to the thickening deep
an abysmal pace precedes the broken wife
staring fast beyond the wild break
forcing herself to see Love break
over the celestial mast
and its foreign page
burned as it were by the son’s inglorious risen haze
casting tears into a bewildered day
drying the dew-frosted snout of a log cabin deer
faintly seen through the savage brush
formed out of clear beaming space
in a second’s timeless gesture
upwards from the leaf
poking sure from soil’s infamous grasp
human souls prying with sheer might
and the imaginative will of the heavens
to escape from the tomb
a living corpse
bruised and swollen with light
and the golden icicle flesh of a new species
needing to supersede man’s greatest guess
throughout history
that the timeless prevails
archaic wisdom thrives
in rocks inflamed
with the only sacred ardor
stabilizing our footstep ground
over the inner turnings
of a worshiped Earth
whose center remains
an unresolved cleft
in the rights
and passionate longing
given to a miracle
lying between animal disease
and human sex
Rusty Kjarvik is a writer, musician and artist. Poetry publications include Poydras Review (August 2012), Danse Macabre, (July 2012). With short fiction in Haggard & Halloo (May 2012), and visual art for the cover of Eskimo Pie (July, August, September 2012), Kjarvik also blogs (www.rkjarvik.blogspot.com) and performs world music.
