Monday, August 01, 2011

The Workman and the Moth



author's note:

I've been both butterfly and moth.  But mostly moth, I'd say.

No matter--they both have wings.


THE WORKMAN AND THE MOTH

In the hollow
of my wooden head
lives a lively moth
too quickly excited
by whatever shooting spark--

thus, it kills the flame it fans--
producing but a puff of hot wind.

So the popular theory
about the potential effects
of a butterfly's wings
would seem to be in error...

my flapping has never created
a cleansing fiery hurricane
in distant capitols or battlefields.

However, this loud smallness
does irritate enough to awaken
something buried under
the dull ashes--

this something rises to action--
determined to quell the fluttering--
this something quells the fluttering
simply by rising...

this workman smolders--
having built a deep fire within--

this workman, once summoned
then continues his forging
in full light

as the lovely moth rests
within the halo of the lamp.

© 2011, Michael R. Patton
searching for the new mythology

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