Reindeer Run (17 November 2019)

Hearing anew the call of Mystery,

I take up the antler rack and hooves

that I’d long-ago put aside

when visioning over-ran me in doubt

and fled;

leaving me abandoned at the Stag Door!                               1

I get up, I run, I leap, leather-hided;

and go galloping with the herd!

Transfixed in Mystery’s sway,

full of earthen energy I speed;

two-legged and glistening,

bounding along the instinctual path,

sweaty with supernal intent.                                                   2

I get up, I run, I leap, leather-hided;

and go galloping with the herd!

Cloaked in Poetic Power,

I go as a biped among arctic Reindeer,

Three-Tined across a snowy mountain,

down into the ice-laced vale,

following paths drummed into the ground

by generations beyond counting.                                            3

I get up, I run, I leap, leather-hided;

and go galloping with the herd!

Swerving with the herd,

descending into a cavernous glade

I hear my own archaic song

sung by the wind in the trees,

   the hooves upon the ground,

      and the silent light of the moon

casting shadows wherever we run!                                         4

I get up, I run, I leap, leather-hided;

and go galloping with the herd!

Transfixed in the Night,

Life’s fecund powers surge within me

as the herd turns yet again—

and I am left – with a feeling of naughting,

stranded near a tall, ageless tree,

awaiting what only Mystery can tell!                         5

Panting, kneeling, swooning, Moon-Loony;

stayed in the velvety darkness.

There in the deep, liminal glade,

the arche of mysticism shines-forth;

strong as the musk of the Stag

and yet smooth as Moonlight!                                      6

Ever-riveting human consciousness,

it is given

in communion-like draughts

as the Darkness transfigures our Way.                                   7

I get up, I run, I leap, leather-hided;

and go galloping with the herd!

So mote it be!