Wander With Clumsy Grace

Wander With Clumsy Grace
© Surazeus
2026 10 09

Old woman who lives on the moor alone 
beams her strange face into the mirror mask, 
then turns to look at me with star-black eyes 
so I remember when my soul is born 
from ocean waves at dawn of my Gene Dream 
four hundred million years ago this hour. 

Paralyzed with laughter of crackling ice, 
my bruised heart limps across the frozen field, 
so I become the woman in the house 
watching herself wander with clumsy grace 
beyond fuzzy scope of adoring eyes 
to place wood plate of apples on the stone. 

My heart is not white as the unlit sky 
because the rain-smooth stones refuse to buzz 
when airplanes float above the mindless clouds 
which traps me in cold atmosphere of glass 
till I stand up another thousand times 
and walk through the door of infinite hope. 

Leaves swirl around my feet with playful joy 
so I press my hand on the frozen dirt 
to wonder if the Earth feels my soul warmth 
and wants to speak of ancient moonless truth 
till I become one wheel of the apple cart 
that searches for the words negating grief. 

When she asks me if winter has arrived, 
we wander leafless woods of sleepy faith 
in robes of tender green that keep our minds 
enclosed in social structure of our names, 
since garlands we had woven back in May 
now wither with transparency of hope. 

Our eyes become entangled in desire 
as flashing magnets of conceptual love 
when we embrace with passionate despair 
to generate new life before we die 
or savor pleasure of this transient life 
because our bodies glow with divine light. 

Discarding fractured puzzles of the past, 
framed by romantic gestures of respect, 
we search for what world view of holy love 
could replace deconstructed fantasies 
which once sustained our nation through world wars 
because we built empire on privilege. 

If we escape dim shadows of our fear 
to give our bodies with calm selfless love, 
we might rise up reborn from graves of books 
to see strange beauty in this broken world 
where wounded hearts beam light of fierce desire 
to taste electric wisdom of the rain.