Member Poem

I wonder about the night sky,
a coaled mass of invisibility,
probably even hung up gravity;
I wonder if the planets are smug
or snug in houses of astrological
businesses of squalors’ sanctuaries.
I wonder if these exist like it’s said,
a pre-destined process of timetables
of twelve kinds. I imagine tricksters
with ears like elves and grins of imps
waging away fates to foe or friend,
I wonder if life on earth wages
its own – whether sea, land or trees
know of opinion and a voice within it.
I wonder about the art of prayer,
probably in packed up layers
like labouring over husks on corn;
have they been said enough? –
asks the tongue blistered from recites.
I imagine of the hope bringer light
said to appear in times woeful;
whether it is seen or merely felt
by them steeped in faith
and no other. I wonder about Power;
who it loves the most. The one,
discriminator or avenger, voice
of the ordinary man learned of books
not many; see-er and then speaker.
I imagine of His predilections,
whether they be cast with fickleness
and beliefs approvable in Mighty eyes.
I know of justice; I wonder
and then gaze up into the night
beyond, the spirits come alive.
I wander off – Light.

First published in Praxis Magazine