April 30: Tunnel (#NaPoWriMo #NaPoWriMo2020 #GloPoWriMo #Poetry)



Breathing the light, you glance back at the dark,

wondering why they hesitate, seeing the end yet

lingering in chaos cozy and charismatic, knowing

blind faith is scarce, pleasures of dreaming small,

belonging to now and here, simple humming hive

in harmony, dance steps frantic, antennae tuned

to sweet silence, blood pumping in partied glory,

heads dipping in honeyed mirage cast in mirrors.

Unsure to relive memories or release, embracing

the wind, reluctant under moonlight you witness

stars ascending between vast land and open sea,

a refugee outside this cavity dug millenniums ago

where echoes continue to sound crimson, myths

of a serpent slithering westward to eternal peace.

Avert! Arrest yourself a row of sunflowers straight

blooming wild by this one-way street to paradise.


(Image: A scene in “The Tunnel” in Akira Kurosawa’s Dreams (1990))


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