rise

rise like steam
from sewer to cold sky
it is from hot despair
to cutting cold clarity
that lift can be grasped
how great are your black wings
to contain the escape
of an ugly updraft
from the deep old earth
sighing to the highest heaven
follow it like the last exhale
into the winter wind
to become pure at last
falling to paint the muddy graven ground in white

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.