FEAR: JARCOO POEMS

IT was a gray night

JARCOO POEMS

I was stirred out of my wink

By the sound of a blue laughing

On my window pane

Like a being on wings divine

In turbulence the wings flapped

Bringing now wave of heart

Then breeze of ice

Now nerve of stone

Then eyes of blue

Then suddenly:

"The shallows are here

Wagging their tails

The sparrows are here

Wagging their tongue"

I paused to think

But

      Then

              Slept

Arriving in Blissful Palace

A happy sigh dropped from the bright sky

And took me by the hand, pointing to the coast

Where kites jump, and chick chatter

Where cups talk, and tubers listen

Where legs sings, and drums dance

Then suddenly

The flying ostrich sang past the drunken king

Towards me, and I stepped out of the palace

Into my room with the gray bird

On my window pane weeping:

"The swallow are here

Baring their claws

The sparrows are here

Baring their teeth"