Oh Celebrant
I wanted to paint the image of a ‘lone celebrant’, the lack of echo in solitude. Moments of unseen pause and internalised thought, that unconsciously come with a physical reflex. Moments of an active mind, within a body, without company.
Oh Celebrant,
Cerebral child,
The silence comes,
From either side
And hums that tune
Of loneliness.
Those honourous
Good graces
reverberate to nill
In space too wide
For one to fill.
Oh Celebrant,
Cerebral child,
This rattle that racks
And heat that rises,
Wrapping a chest
That yearns for sun
And seen-ing
And celebration.
Expanding time
Unending peace
No choice in hiding,
Nor calls to cease.
Oh celebrant,
Cerebral child,
Cry all those
Chest pins out.
No one asked of
Your joy this day.
