unicorn
she sits there quietly,
your head nestled in her lap
–
restful. at the confluence
of myth and religion,
an image of purity wrested
from its roots and watered
with grace. how we find
the meaning of things:
this animal represents that,
that colour betokens this,
this gesture bespeaks thusly
–
how do we refine these
stories?
what fires will be required
to purify the past
and make it fit for us
to drink in
in this century, this time
of wrestling. so many
secret potions
portioned to heal
so many poisons.
come here, now, and see.
draw close and enter through
the gate.
let the wounded heart
stab through the cloud,
that light encompass us;
a comfort to lift our head
before
you bring us home.
