spinning around

spinning around
my advent wreath
waiting
for warmer nights
longing
for longer days
crawling a tightrope
between
hope and faith
and joy and love
and the shadows
that swaddle
the flames

have mercy on me
a spinner

Light and its lack

Light
and its Lack
is as far as
we can see
as far as
we can tell
the difference between
spark
glare
glow
flare
and the
Quintessence
in which it all burns

Take me
to a place
where no Light
penetrates
Find me
the darkest corner
void of any
color
Meet me
in the deepest Shadows
where the Sun
will disown us

And I will show you
the road we travel
is true Black
Quench the lamp
at your feet
and let the rest
of you see
for once
Quit looking
and feel
the inside
of your eyelids

Creatures of Light
conceived in the Night
most fearful of that
which stays out of sight
Scared of the Dark
since being pushed
from the womb
how quick we forget
Light is our Kin
but Darkness
our Home

©JEREMY RUZICH

called once

I was spoken
not to
but into
existence
summoned
by tongue
salivating onto dust
mixed into clay
a word
sculpted
a life
you can say

I am the salve
that returns sight
to the blind
a slip upon your eyes
that cracks and contracts
as it cures and dries
you will see
and give praise
only once
I am
washed away

I am the warm breath
like wind in the cedars
hissing through teeth
and tongue and lips
the first sounds
you hear
past muddied fingertips

I am the word
scribbled on earth
a soft curved
finger width line
drawn in the sand
and you will join me here
once you let fall
the stones in your hands

I was called
once
groaned into the air
and ground into dirt
not a sentence
nearly a question
simply a living
breathing
supplication

©JEREMY RUZICH

desperate crossing

To all those who give
or follow
the orders;
who make a trap of
southern
spurious borders;
who tear teething sons from
desperate
crossing fathers;
who cut the tight bonds of
nursing mothers
and daughters;
who imprison the homeless,
the exile,
the other;
who implicitly seek
to bury
your sister,
your brother –

What has been revealed
for all who have
eyes to see,
and consciences
less faulty,
is your deliberate
cruelty.

But the days are now,
coming,
you’ll see,
(though it is not my
prophecy)
when all the white lies
will be sheared from
the sheep
and the scapegoats will rise
triumphantly.

©JEREMY RUZICH

for a frightening moment

.when I was a child
.they told me
.I had a hole in my heart

..this frightened me

.but they told me
.go easy on it
.don’t strain it too much
.and you’ll be fine
.you’ll be ok

.and so
.I took it to heart
.through childhood
.through adolescence
.into my current phase
.whenever I have pushed
.my heart to near
.maximum
.and something jostles it from
.regular rhythm
.something sets it to
.excited spasm

………………….a misstep, a deep breath, a collision

.I stop
……for fear
.it might completely
…………burst open

.I withdraw
……………to a place away
.find a flat patch of ground
.on which to lay
.and wait
.for it to return
.to comfortable
.silent
.beats

.and I am fine
……………………..I am ok
.I am just fine
……………………..I am ok
.always be fine
……………………..always ok

.still
.then
.I think
.how nice it was
.to feel this heart
.for a frightening moment
..as it flubbed
..and raced
.within me
..abandoning
..all diastole
.giving its all
.just as I was giving
.my all

.but safer now
.back to quiet
………………muffled
………………….solitary
…………………….murmurs

©JEREMY RUZICH