Lonesome Deity 'bove A Hermit Desk
A lonesome Deity hovers above my hermit desk,
delivering the soft, nuptial scent of dried chamomile petals;
a steaming vapor, livening puffy
bleary eyed, sleepy morning facial flesh
In the solitude of early hours belonging the songbirds,
I hear the familiar footsteps of his approach;
The invisible wind borne life force,
creaking untraceable floorboards,
rattling shutter-less windows:
Hermes, speaking in the silent code of Mercurial morse
revving me from the mossy undergrowth of my bed sheets
with a musing spring gambade from the ancient Aonian source.
The hiss and purr percolation of his slow drip voice
builds like steadily brewing kaffe klatsch
The dusty echo of his whisper soothes like a sleepy fan
Bedded in the warm blankets of his embrace,
I welcome his presence.
The dark clouds of bitterness that
for so long lingered between us,
have faded in the light of age,
the tiresome influence
anxiety cast upon us
died with those waning
flames of youth;
ash now lost
in the ever widening
gulf of the past.
Our Maternal guardian:
Patience, shepherdess of the fawn,
has guided us well in our play,
placing the searing irons of
boredom and restlessness
into the grip of our adolescent palms, and
with adroit, moist hands and egret fingertips,
Taught us how to mold these scorching
human elements,
converting them, with essential care,
into enduring tools of one's chosen craft.
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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