Freedom Day

[Guest]

[Pater]

Here is nothing, there is nothing,
air is nothing; my one neutral friend
holding me, in three-dimensional space.
Yet my name will be in lights,
electricity will flow, dim them when I go.

I have stepped/turned through shortened time
and space, in the stillness of this night.
Gibbous moon's shadows, my natural soul.

I admit fear shrinks any grace
to the spiritual fight not flesh.
My blood and bone are cold. I feel it so.

A bird shared my chocolate cake,
flew in to cheat the deathly-white snow,
flakes on my nose melted, abandoned me.

I sit and hold tight to my steel plate,
wait for dawn to break and show me shapes,
in the clouds, on the floor. And footsteps to sound.

[Jay]

I like the strange intercession of the bird in the penultimate stanza, which seems to break the flow of thought, the flow of abstraction. It brings the poem down to earth, I like it.

[Pater]

I like the strange intercession of the bird in the penultimate stanza, which seems to break the flow of thought, the flow of abstraction. It brings the poem down to earth, I like it.

Thank you for the pozzy comment, Jay. You've got my (deliberate) intention here down to a T. Insightful of you. Cheers.