Listen to Your Muse, Then get up an' do Your Thing

Slam it to us!
Light us up!!
Make us feel what cannot be felt
and see what cannot be seen
in common,
in ordinary,
in outlandish.
Dreaming, awake, or in terror.
Pry our eyes open and make us look
at every speck, blade, and leaf.
Turn nature inside out,
then take us by the hand,
and run our fingers over
the lining.
Take fallen feathers
and show us how to use them
to catch dreams.
Take all the rainbows you can find
and scale the colors until they sing.
Make harpstrings of our hair
and drums out of our feet.
Melt the gold you have found
at the ends of the rainbows
and mix it with light from sun,
moon, and stars until it shines
so bright it hurts.

Take us with you back to being
a child,  sense of smell keen
as a bloodhound’s,  instinct
untrammeled.  No rust or dings,
but every object, every moment,
new as first light.

Ease the beast called pain
by keeping us company as we walk over
coals and weep over graves.
Make a safehouse of your little store
of words, then put it out over the grapevine
that the faux rock where you have hidden
the key opens like that for the kind.
That there are pictures inside.
That you have lighted them
with care.

 

(c)  Phyllis Jean Green,  2013