{"id":88,"date":"2013-10-10T05:00:00","date_gmt":"2013-10-10T05:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/8b3b2bdb-27e0-45e0-b902-8b62396b60a6"},"modified":"2013-10-10T05:00:00","modified_gmt":"2013-10-10T05:00:00","slug":"hunting-the-divine-a-poem-of-longing-by-joseph-anthony","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/?p=88","title":{"rendered":"Hunting the Divine, A Poem of Longing, by Joseph Anthony"},"content":{"rendered":"

Hunting
\nthe Divine<\/o:p><\/font><\/p>\n

A Poem
\nof Longing<\/o:p><\/font><\/p>\n

By<\/o:p><\/font><\/p>\n

Joseph
\nAnthony<\/o:p><\/font><\/p>\n

 <\/font><\/p>\n

With
\nall of the ferocity of a hawk<\/o:p><\/font><\/p>\n

Dive-bombing
\na rabbit<\/o:p><\/font><\/p>\n

I hunt
\nyour name.<\/o:p><\/font><\/p>\n

I see
\nmyself sending feathers, fur, earth,<\/o:p><\/font><\/p>\n

And bone
\nscattering through the grass,<\/o:p><\/font><\/p>\n

I feel
\nmyself sinking talons into your sides,<\/o:p><\/font><\/p>\n

Your heart
\nracing, your eyes turning upwards.<\/o:p><\/font><\/p>\n

I want
\nyou mine.<\/o:p><\/font><\/p>\n

I want
\nyou devoured.<\/o:p><\/font><\/p>\n

I want
\nyou in my blood.<\/o:p><\/font><\/p>\n

I hit
\nthe ground hard,<\/o:p><\/font><\/p>\n

Slamming
\nmy efforts into nothing.<\/o:p><\/font><\/p>\n

You\u2019re
\ngone.  Shot like a streak of silent
\nlightning<\/o:p><\/font><\/p>\n

Into the
\ntall, leaning cities of the whispering grass.<\/o:p><\/font><\/p>\n

Stunned,
\nI shake my head, take a moment<\/o:p><\/font><\/p>\n

To preen
\nmy wings.<\/o:p><\/font><\/p>\n

Thought
\nI had you that time.<\/o:p><\/font><\/p>\n

So
\nclose.<\/o:p><\/font><\/p>\n

I
\ncould taste your desire to not be captured.<\/o:p><\/font><\/p>\n

And
\nthen<\/o:p><\/font><\/p>\n

Through
\nthe still and thrumming summer afternoon,<\/o:p><\/font><\/p>\n

Your voice
\nbreathes into the breeze, like<\/o:p><\/font><\/p>\n

Blue ink
\ndissolving into water:<\/o:p><\/font><\/p>\n

\u201cNext
\ntime,\u201d you say, \u201cJust ask.<\/o:p><\/font><\/p>\n

Ask
\nand I shall give myself to you.  Gladly,
\njoyously,<\/o:p><\/font><\/p>\n

With all
\nthe delicious rapture of eggs breaking<\/o:p><\/font><\/p>\n

Freeing
\nthe flight of the future,<\/o:p><\/font><\/p>\n

I will
\nsimply let you swallow me whole.<\/o:p><\/font><\/p>\n

I do
\nnot come by force.<\/o:p><\/font><\/p>\n

I do
\nnot open the chambers of my heart<\/o:p><\/font><\/p>\n

For nothing.<\/o:p><\/font><\/p>\n

Pay me
\nwith your manners,<\/o:p><\/font><\/p>\n

Pay me
\nwith tears of bone-crushing longing,<\/o:p><\/font><\/p>\n

Pay me
\nyour devotion to the gifts I gave.<\/o:p><\/font><\/p>\n

I will
\ngladly step out into the open and wait, humming.<\/o:p><\/font><\/p>\n

True
\nLove never responds favorably to aggression.<\/o:p><\/font><\/p>\n

And I
\nknow the meanings of the words, never and true love.<\/o:p><\/font><\/p>\n

I know
\noriginal loneliness and the ache to be known.<\/o:p><\/font><\/p>\n

Try to
\nhunt me down<\/o:p><\/font><\/p>\n

And your
\ngrasp will hold nothing but dust every single time.<\/o:p><\/font><\/p>\n

Do I make
\nmyself clear? You know I do,<\/o:p><\/font><\/p>\n

Clarity
\nis my middle name.<\/o:p><\/font><\/p>\n

It is
\nyour eyes that cloud my vision.<\/o:p><\/font><\/p>\n

So let\u2019s
\ntry this again.<\/o:p><\/font><\/p>\n

I step
\nfrom the grass and offer myself to you,<\/o:p><\/font><\/p>\n

And you,
\nfor your part,<\/o:p><\/font><\/p>\n

Ask,
\nask me to be your bread of life,<\/o:p><\/font><\/p>\n

And I
\nwill let you break me into pieces,<\/o:p><\/font><\/p>\n

And I
\nwill let you lick your talons, <\/o:p><\/font><\/p>\n

relishing
\nthe flavor of eternity.<\/o:p><\/font><\/p>\n

In
\nreturn, let me do the same <\/o:p><\/font><\/p>\n

To
\nyour incessant, self-deprecating shame,<\/o:p><\/font><\/p>\n

And we
\nwill both enjoy each other<\/o:p><\/font><\/p>\n

With all
\nthe roiling passion and abandon<\/o:p><\/font><\/p>\n

Of night
\ndissolving into day<\/o:p><\/font><\/p>\n

And day
\ngiving way to darkness.\u201d<\/o:p><\/font><\/p>\n

 <\/font><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

\n

\n

\n
\n
\n
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\n<\/form>\n

Copyright Joseph Anthony of the Wonder Child Blog<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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