Friday, May 13, 2005

purification

the trees reach up, green dendrites
arching to shock the sky.

the grey roughly kisses them, the wind
a crushing swaying embrace.

the robins are hopping close
the jays are screaming for it

then the sky cracks in half like
a fresh egg...

You walk through this mad earth-love, as
fat raindrops leap down
hammering your soul,
stripping away rough rusty ideas
blasting away thought
burnishing and polishing
until
soaked, you reach the door, turn the knob and
step in;

only to drop your bag, turn smiling
and walk back into the rain,

knowing that this is as

close to God

as you will ever get.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

How do you have time to be creative during finals week?

My mind doesn't have the room for it.

james sherwood said...

I honestly don't know. I'm trying to write a little every day. It's hard, because I'm also trying to compose possible essays (at least six separate ones) in my head. I'm trusting that I don't go crazy.