February Winds
Sunday morning
time for sabbath sacraments.
He steps into gusty wind,
some fat splatter sweeps of raindrops
fall across his porch roof
on down through roaring river valley,
forceful push, then ebb,
February wind storm with fat rain,
a wondrous primal pair
he adores.
Neighbor birds start their liturgical dance
and ritual songs of regeneration
without him.
Already flying quick floating dives
into drama time,
singing back to Brother Wind
howling on his way.
Calling, chanting cantors, conjoin
swelling sacred anti-gravity songs
co-arise blissful sweeping sound,
grace filling atmosphere swirls time-rich
sacred rites across his house-bound skin.
Sound of incense sweeps down his river,
north to south with warmer hopes and natural wealth intentions,
remind him time for political baptism.
She incants from the bathtub
in short gusts of heated blast enculturation,
conjoining his internal gospel choir,
Chirps her oppositional descant
challenging and prophesying and occupying
in full-voiced roar of need
as want
right now,
and seldom bothers a please,
much less a thanks
for caring as best he can
to hear her appositional rhythms and patterns,
irritating flows of hard-blown breath
with pearling attitude.
Storm and brew
birds cheer rage in her brain
shouting at co-arising gravity
to blow another way
within her exegetical universe,
Her way,
the only way
she can imagine
to function in a reverse and upside down
political world of unheard powerlessness
when inside
she can only find her loud-voiced demands
to turn life around,
spin this slippery wind of Earth
to blow in her right liturgical way.
Baptism completes this wind drenched requiem
of full-life as anti-death survival
to cooperate this week's regenerate vocational intent
and eco-political practice.
She joins her dad
for one last look
through jaundiced droopy eye
at drenching rain that could fly back
from whence it came
if only wiser timed to start this day.
Birds now pray their benedictions
quietly in wind-protected nests
while he listens to swollen postlude protest
against eco-agitating time,
uprooting old gnarled systems
decayed for newer holistic use
as compost fades into swaying trees
flown back to join upriver's grace of windblown time,
and forth to rejoin downstream's centerous roots
through winter purging Earth
decomposing dance.
He closes his door to time's external grace
to watch a smile warmly cross her chronic face
like a gust of refreshing wind
through a rainy karmic life.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016
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