Those who Call themselves Elders - P. Gregory Guss

[Larry Robinson]

Those who Call themselves Elders





I dreamt of the gray-haired amongst us

who carry aloft on long dominant arms

huge beams of salient energy – cambers of their lives

congruent and cherished curves

resting on old-world joists



Their arms shone as light refracted

against a hovel of clouds

like aroused hues captured

after a long flight

as the craft descends

piercing amber and unstable air

dancing with lift while holding dew and place



Such light shivers alive

unaccustomed to being disturbed

let alone witnessed in beauty

or in reverence



I dreamt these gray-haired ones

spoke far less often

preoccupied perhaps with

readying themselves

for unfamiliar rituals



Their soft eyes gaze pass the horizon

landing on new light

blurred to the vision

of dragons

or dragonflies



Awake now to their prestige of instinct

awake now to the great unknown







	- P. Gregory Guss


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