National Poetry Month Challenge - Day 28

Two more days to go!  I think I can ... I think I can.  Today's prompt was to write a "settled" poem, allowing for multiple interpretations of the the word ~ settle.  This is what danced in my jet-lagged brain today.  I hope it inspires something dream-like and true.

photography by Cristina M. R. Norcross, 2014 / Rydal Mount path, UK

We Hold the Golden Bowl

Alignment of bones,

muscles, thoughts –

meridians of energy connect

like blue lines for rivers on a map.

Life force flows –

it settles

but never dies.

White threads beam

from fingertips.

I am you

and you are me –

a synchronicity

of time and geography.

We drink the same drink.

We lift fork to mouth

with equal movements –

hand and elbow

bring luxury to lips.

Experience spins on an axis,

making merry-go-round stops.

Ride the horse.

Hold the reins.

Catch the brass ring –

then give it away

to the next rider –

the next dreamer.

I knock on your door –

hands holding a golden bowl

of rich, ripe fruit.

Here –

take one.

New fruit will appear

at the bottom.

Pick the choicest one.

Do not settle.

Cristina M. R. Norcross

Copyright 2014