Art by Norman E. Masters
from a photo by Gamaliel Masters
"Darkness covers the face of the deep." I know what it is to have my face covered with darkness, my tent pitched in chaos. to whistle in the dark as fear preys, mantis-like, at my door. To get from here to there: from the house of fear, to your tenting place discover that the dark brooding is the shadow of your wings learn to let go of many clutchings let go into darkness, into chaos out of control, into your hands see ten thousand threads bind me tight [no struggle to break them] remember the double helix that wraps me fast [center holds & holding binds] my bonds are freedom's wrappings. No drop of water, rushing to the sea struggles to be free of the arms of the river. Do I, better than the river, know the way to my sea home? Water-way, keeps me bound holds me in dancing flow splashs me hard against the rock lets me know greening slowness.