Arrival

by James N. Benton

Shhh, these are the days we've waited for;
These are my hands, salient, steady.
The intellectuals are conscious now.

Gone beyond distances once reached within
The heart-mind grove, steering the world
With this solitude void of creed...
Merciful.

Shhh, this is that moment they have
Ruminated upon for ages; we touch it now,
Pay a little visit to ourselves.

Visions-primal, slap-crack behind our eyes;
Our enemies are not sleeping.

Their gifts are piling-up in our Rucksacks, heads and bones.

Listen, something curls firmly around
This fertile hour; something bare,
Enduring, flaming on the crest
Of this moment.

27-Oct-2001

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