The Spell Poem by Estrella Eguino

I cleaned
I scrubbed I purified
made a sacred absurd ritual
of our modern bath.

The steamy fragrance of roses
gardenias, lavender lilies of a young Summer
Spring night
the berry wild incense and rays
cut crystal shadows in candlelight
Eased to worship and praise
love what is just and right.

In the still was a nagging
unwanted tic-like left behinds
the illusions of bragging
fears
trivial things so unkind
rustling loudly
with a goal to distract

Furious the wind whipped fences,
lemons and palms
a dog barked at the invisible might
the window shaking in concert
with the distant brushing of glass
on my behalf intruded
erasing the turmoil
of an uncommitted mind.

It seemed like much later
in a space of eternal second time,
A wish wrapped the greater
everlasting Peace, health, love and calm.
With more intensily ruling inside
a life burst not following any
logic thought line.

It was then I noticed
quite finished and ready to start,
The unmoving trees had quiet the bark
and the wind bowed in silence
to a sacred command.
For no matter the filthy
little matters of life
when bathed in the purity
of echo’s first stars,
We speak God’s language
And he replies.

{Copyright © 2001 Estrella Eguino}