January 2, 2014
To Begin Anew
A spiral twists upward like smoke clinging to the cord, rising, swaying, drawing air, building force--
It tells me what I know.
Broken desire mends into new shapes- it is softer, threatens less. Calm replaces turmoil.
We kill it so we may love. We tame it so it will not be our end.
In the frozen flooded winter blue meadow, the animal labors against the night.
Veins bulge, surge and strain under the yoke.
The blade of the slitter cuts the Earth, the rotors turn the packed plain exposed, clumped and broken.
Mist rises and floats from his flanks into the bitter, biting air. A sheen crystallizes in perfect symmetrical glittering ice, rising over musculature, sinews and bone.
In theYear of the Horse, shall it be to run free, unbridled, fire streaming into the tailwind--
Or, domesticated, will we keep ours a beast of burden, a worker of the fields?
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It will scatter in the old tea leaves, the splayed intestines and bones will resonate this truth. The smoke it forms a twisted, curling mouth, "let go."
Let go, let go, let go. So to begin anew.
e.parry, 2nd Jan. 2014
