Dear loved ones,
Here is a (secular) poem about faith.
In it I reference Muybridge - the man who first managed to photograph a horse in motion and prove that all four of the horses legs were off the ground at once. The horse from the trials was called Occident.
Telling you this because I get frustrated myself when I am reading poetry and I don’t understand the reference. Ready? Sound on!
Lots of love,
Eleanor x
Chariot
For once I do not have to wait
The train awaits me
I stop at the platform's edge & look skywards
Something loves me
In a colour I've never seen
In words I've never heard of
It's in the darkest corners of us
In tunnels
Under bridges
A celestial realm I've tasted in Italy
Or smelled in a passerby's perfume in Paris
I've understood it walking past men who sleep
On city pavements with their hands out-
stretched knowing angels visit those brave enough to close their eyes in crowds
Yes. Something guides me
Alien. Friend. A balancing scale. A super map. The blueprints.
Something holds me. The floor. The grass. A bed. A boat.
It loves without suffering & gives without need
I think: I don't know how to do that yet!
Still I know faith is in the exchange of feet, the empty milliseconds between steps.
Like Muybridge, something believed all this time I've been flying. Call me Occident. Call me Pegasus. Watch how the mind soars when it believes a miracle it has never seen?
Yes.
Something loves me.
The station lights flicker and I don't take the train
The train takes me.