Author: Michael Angelo

  • Purity of Night

    Purity of Night

    Praiseworthy is the raven
    perched atop the tower.

    It stands alone, away from a life
    that runs as smoothly as a river.

    The raven could dive and avoid
    the icy gales that pull at its feathers, but

    the raven chooses otherwise.

    It never forgets what it means
    to stand proud.

    The raven is no crow;
    it does not roost in company.

    It never succumbs to even waters,
    never has its color washed away.

    The raven is no dove.
    It is truth.

  • To be in Confusion

    To be in Confusion

    Try to find
    the god in the stone,
    and the stone will disappoint
    when it crumbles.

    Try to forget
    the god in the stone,
    and it is oneself
    that will crumble and disappoint.

    The stone is the stone,
    the god is the god,
    and Man is the mist in the air;

    he overreaches and freezes—

    falls
    and melts in the warmth.

  • Levity

    Levity

    Sprawled on a grassy field

    The world turns despite my stillness

    Clouds drift across these eyes

    A flock of birds

    gathers, then fractures

    Patterns in the sky

    The heart is never frozen

    Change comes like

    bird droppings—

    One can only laugh in life.

  • When it Rains in the Drylands

    When it Rains in the Drylands

    On the children,
    rain falls like jewels.

    They drink each drop,
    hands whipping wet snakes,
    fingers clutching claws.

    Dry has been the month—

    Such things come once in a while,
    and leave very soon.

    Drink now, children—Drink!

    Soak the beads into the folds,
    into the creases of your lips.

    This is the hour!
    This is!
    This.