Stars and Spools

-Julia Pillard

The forces which come before the poet

Permit the magic of the musician

Shaping pure form in its final state

A perpetual freedom which indulged the dancer

Should I risk what lurks in the mundane

It is not as imaginative as I wondered

The acrobat freely transformed thought

Little pictures remaining cold

I am a safe distance from alarming innovation

“We used to play outside when we were young and full of life”

This river of time settles in rhythm

Nature is a practitioner of the absolute

And will anoint my fear with fantasy

The stars of the universe appear unconfined

And express the power of distance

The sage is drawn to painful art

Susceptible to forces of cloudy power

While parachutes drift in opaque clouds

Words carry me to the holy

And express themselves on a spool of light