Radiance Angelina Petro
The tendency of the hand is to tremble.
Streams swirl, not just flow straight.
Like birds in the act of disappearing,
the sky bequeaths breath that provoke flight.
There are fish swimming no one can see.
Moon daisies grow in silence.
The willow traces circles on the ground,
alluding to an unavoidable loneliness.
There are so many broken reeds.
The moon’s reflection drowns in the sea.
Everything turns the color of straw.
The body is but a blouse for the soul
and will one day drop, spiritless to the ground,
and therein lies the truth—paradox points
to life’s lack of solidity, and it all suggests
a coming storm. Time will prove disastrous.
Listen, someone is coming from inside.
There are appointments in palaces.
Wings of grace will carry you
to the chord sustained that binds it all
together. When you see him, you will know,
he is here to disappear you home. He is here
with eternity’s mercenary motives.
Once, long ago, you promised him your life.
His arrival is the love-dyed acceptance
of what you want the most.