For You
should you find yourself outnumbered
and the moon in her haste
has abandoned you
listen: the stars whisper
their ancient light into you
across the immeasurable
distance
a sound like the
rustling of leaves
when shadows surround you
clicking their claws against stone
ask the wind to bring memories
of those who stood here before
like oaks against
impossibility
let the certainty of loneliness fill
your hollowness with strength
the inevitability of silence fill you
with a stainless resolve
if the abyss of night
engulfs you
reach into the cold stream
of your own light
patient and unwavering
wear the amulet of
what you know is true and
when the scaled voices
around you fade
there is one who will
guide you
Sean Downing, poet, musician, teaches high school English and Theater Arts in Pagosa Springs, Colorado. He can often be found in his woodshop, coaxing music from odd scraps of junk, or haunting the trout streams around southwest Colorado. If you see him, don't tell anyone: they're probably looking to get an honest day's work out of him.
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Beautiful poem, Sean. I've felt these sensations when retreating from nightmares to my garden in the middle of the night.
this poem is so full of images, emotion and hope. so lovely. thank you, Sean