Drummer in the clouds
you awaken me.
In childhood, you put a spear
of bright fire through my body.
I did not die,
I did not even cry out.
of bright fire through my body.
I did not die,
I did not even cry out.
When I was in the dark water
you leaned over me
and told me to get out.
you leaned over me
and told me to get out.
When you came to my farm
and moved over the barn roof
as a serpent of red fire
you were kindly
choosing to ground yourself
in the one unlikely place
that left us safe, but awake.
and moved over the barn roof
as a serpent of red fire
you were kindly
choosing to ground yourself
in the one unlikely place
that left us safe, but awake.
On a night among strange days
you fired your bolts into the corn
like a long-range gunner
homing in on a target
until you accepted the embrace
of the white oak that knew you well.
Soul of Thunder, Bright Awakener ,
may I ride with you
on your return journeys
to your kingdom above the clouds
you fired your bolts into the corn
like a long-range gunner
homing in on a target
until you accepted the embrace
of the white oak that knew you well.
Soul of Thunder, Bright Awakener ,
may I ride with you
on your return journeys
to your kingdom above the clouds
From the collection Here, Everything is Dreaming: Poems and Stories by Robert Moss. Published by Excelsior Editions.
Art: J.M.W. Turner, "Lake Thun, Switzerland'
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