Tuesday, October 4, 2016

Tuesday Poem: A New One, For October, In The Witch Series

Witch’s Prayer

To wear a hat made of rain
to float like a little skiff
into the enveloping mist.

To be naked and fogbound,
to be cloud caressed
and chilled to the marrow.

To be invisible, wild
as a neutrino bouncing
across the emptiness,
blissfully small, to be
a blip, a phoneme,
O no, no O, O no name .

To see nothing, to take
nothing in for a change,
to move through
the blessing of blankness
all your cells drunk
on the smell of earth,
water, and air.

To feel yourself dissolving
into something vast
and sentient. Smoke
from a slow burning fire.
To let go of the world, this life,
for a few free moments,
face the clean white page,
and begin the story anew

So mote it, for me
so mote it be.