Rules

 

 

Rules have rubberized

lost their erected stiffness

and are more like a wave,

pliable, still connected but

able to make adjustments.

 

Rules enflamed with strange

possibilities, leading the argument for

erratic purity.

 

Secret rules made individual,

measured by how they inspire, how they

sustain inspiration and that is all.

 

Rules like bamboo, alive, fed by the angels,

malleable as hope, mature

with equal strength and flexibility.

 

Rules to abide by,

honour the turning of the clock,

allowing for precision, grounding

and Dog Star following,

roaming bright, invigorated.

 

 

Copyright © 2022 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “New Mystics” July 2022

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