The Crucible

January 1, 2014

CAROL HOY

Crucible

“The Crucible” Photograph by Carol Hoy

 

 

This very life
billows like blown glass
streaming
unseen energy and color,
yet easily broken.
With its glittering crown-
starry apex
of boundless space,
and its taproot
deeply seated
within earth’s molten core,
fiery force
sparks clarity
at the heart. 

Happenstance appears
as shimmering worm trails-
ephemeral web
tumbles
unfixed-
a living map of our world.
Paths of beings
intersect
interconnect
as events unfold:
explosion
corrosion
good, bad, happy, sad
with no real ground for disruption.
Truth tolls gladly,
“nothing matters
nothing matters
nothing matters!” 

Crisp shock of winter air-
condensed droplets arise,
crystallize themselves
untouched
like morning frost
on twigs up high
against a clear sky.
Knowing lines
intersect
interconnect
reflect
as sacred letters
form
the limpid language
of the mirror.
Softly
she whispers back to him,
“Yes, my beloved,
everything matters.”