Stephen Mead’s midnight carillon

Stephen Mead’s midnight carillon

Keeping Open

An idiot’s delight,
(What, not dead yet?)
Mutterings, the daily scales practiced
sometimes
(—Who you dancing with?)
get carried away.
Joy swims upward.
The face is raised,
throwing off husks, gritty earth,
the strain of sighs pushing forth
(—here, here it is)
the sunflower sky.

Work, work…
I’m amazed the further I plunge
the more launch happens:
morning birds or
the midnight Carillon…
(—Is that you in there?)
Knock, knock , ..
the heart aflutter
wings keep opening:
the tribal, indefatigable pulse
breeding breathing
this life of seeds

 

— by Stephen Mead


Copyright © 2022, by Stephen Mead. All Rights Reserved.

 

Stephen Mead is an Outsider multi-media artist and writer. Since the 1990s he’s been grateful to many editors for publishing his work in print zines and eventually online. He is also grateful to have managed to keep various day jobs for the Health Insurance. Currently he is resident artist/curator for The Chroma Museum, artistic renderings of LGBTQI historical figures, organizations and allies predominantly before Stonewall, https://thestephenmeadchromamuseum.weebly.com/

 

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