Immemorial mountains cradle the
suburban roads smoldering in the vale,
Summer mirages’ liquid dance,
And rhythmic beating through black arterial lines
In the shadow of sacramental signs of consumptive desire –
empty promises of sexed satisfaction
and satiated hunger on every noisy corner,
That rip like razor-wire through lungs empty of the sacred Breath.
Still the black oak grows in slow-time,
Limbs outstretched in perpetual embrace of heaven,
of the holy Breath respiring the memory of life,
Rooted beside the burning black lines transecting
The vale that has forsaken stillness.
Night descends upon a track-house window
among other flickering windows,
A voice in the darkness –
son of man cry out.
I answer –
what shall I cry?
A whisper in return –
behold the wordless wilderness,
where the endlessly informed
remain ignorant of the word spoken
the word suffuse in the ageless mountain,
in the oak, in the cricket’s nocturne song.
Again I answer,
how long O Lord?
The Voice resounds,
until desolations are wrought upon the earth
and word is restored of meaning.
The voice of rushing waters
poured and flushed from the water-closet,
called forth by the push and pull of levers
Still flow into the susurrant sea-song,
and the word in water’s liquid meaning
Pressed through the surface tension,
then evaporates into mystery
That pulls the evening vapor onshore
Like the silent beat of pelican wings
Over the formless void
of flickering windows
of the coastal cityscape.
The whimbrel’s long beak trumpets
A tremulous whistle –
A wordless song,
Signifying the suffuse word
That fills the updrafts beneath her wings
and binds her to the tidal sands
That cradle the arterial highway –
Shaded by signs for donuts and beer
and better mufflers that
mute the mysteries of
an unspoken language.
California’s coasts and valleys
Are the world and everywhere,
Are the formless void where the sacred Breath
hovers upon land and sea
and valley and noisy cityscape
and desolations of deaf hearts
When the word at last regains
its silent mystery.
© Jedidiah Paschall – April 4, 2018