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REVELATA CELESTIA ( A RHAPSODIC TRANSFIGURATION )

August 29, 2014

It is my childhood and I am a small boy. 

I am lying on a hillock
with some friends,
watching the sky up above…

We are having a competition – 
who would be the first to come up 
with the funniest description
of the passing clouds. 

There goes a giraffe,
followed quickly
by an elephant and a dog;
one looks exactly like our History teacher,
making us burst out in fits of laughter. 

Another resembles, 
for all the world, 
that girl in my class on whom I have a secret crush
and so I say nothing,
letting my best friend win that round
with his claim that it looks just like a rotten potato. 

And then,
to our surprise, 
the clouds redden 
and start to mold themselves 
into globular shapes,
identical in appearance to red blood cells. 

Within each cloud
the inner architecture of a cell forms; 
the nucleus in the centre,
the mitochondria moving
around the perimeter.

The very nature of clouds’ motion
acquires a completely new aspect.
No longer do they drift
in their usual random, pointless ways.

Now they move 
with an unmistakable and inimitable 
sense of purpose 
that only living matter
and all matter 
saturated with the breath of life,
from tiniest bacteria upwards, possesses. 

Off in the far distance
an old greybeard, 
dressed in flowing white robes, 
is making his way
across a deserted field of grass
in a manner most inconsistent
with his advanced age. 

He skips like a playful boy
and every few steps 
jumps high, up into the air,
and makes a complete rotation
with his decrepit body. 

We hear him shouting out in high excitement.
He doesn’t even stop or look in our direction,
but his words are clear 
and seemingly reverberate 
all the way to the horizon:
“Don’t you see, Boris?
This is the long-awaited sign from Him Up Above!
God, too, is The Son of Man!
God, too, has blood rushing through His veins!
I can now die in peace,
knowing that the Prophecy has come to pass!” 

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2 Comments
  1. Great poem. Nice to read your poetry again.

    • thank you Sharon! nice to see you on this site, now that Gather is gone!

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