Interlude

It is that resonant silence,

this unsettling sense

of what is to come,

the internal roar

held still by inertia,

as I quietly come undone;

 

it is that moment

of clarification

just before the storm,

the lie of peace,

the long deep breath,

the hope of the unborn;

 

it is the veil thinned

and the Muse’s kiss,

the raven’s siren song,

the restless sky

and the beat of time

that holds my soul aloft,

 

though heavy I am

against the wind,

my heart rooted in earth.