Venial Equinox

4765 Oct. 78

Once more out of the darkness,

once more into the flicker of light,

and my spirit squints in the tunnel

of my flesh, uncertain if my form

has the strength to carry it forward.


Fire to Earth out of the dreams

of Water into the breath of Air,

has the nefesh risen from

clay? Is it the same

that crawled into winter sleep?


Will I find the desert sands

among broken pillars? Will I

find young grass on the mounds?

Will there be time to plant the crops

before the war-beast stalks?


Or will the scale with feather’s weight

forget my Ka this year? Will cascading

call from glacial heights erode

the village walls we rear?

My nature’s soul to hear?

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About johnsmithiiimxiii

John Smith, IIMXIII is the avatar of an award winning poet, artist, etc. who still lives in the Palouse country of the Pacific NW. He has not received much notice with his prose . . . but as his avatar, I hope that he keeps plugging along.

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