On the Road, at Apollo's Call

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Regular readers will know that I am not a religious person although I like to think I have a strong sense of spirituality that I found in nature long ago. (Why should religion have a monopoly on spirituality, anyway?)

There have been many times in my life when I have been close to despair, and nature has saved me.

No coincidence then, perhaps, that the mythical god, Apollo, was reputed to have been bisexual and sunshine is to nature as love is to life…

ON THE ROAD,  AT APOLLO'S CALL

On the road

Spirit of life draining

from me,

I lay down by a tree,

let its branches

lift me free of the earth,

sail me on leaves

through time and space

to another place

where love and peace

are no sad dreams,

joys of hope running free

for all to see

On the road

Weary leaves unable

to sustain me,

returning me to earth

(nor gently)

as autumn descending

into winter,

my life ebbing away

into a stream

of misty consciousness,

happiness a blur,

(so near, yet, oh, so far)

my way unclear

On the road

Sun, suddenly shining

calling on the tree

to do the right thing

by me,

heed Apollo’s calling,

buds awakening,

new life shaping ways

of restoring

all weariness to vigour,

defeating despair,

defying the human spirit

to turn a deaf ear

On the road

Climbing a stairway

of sunbeams

on wings of a prayer

that you’ll still

be there, waiting

in a heaven

of our own making,

Earth Mother

at our side, fair Apollo

for a guide,

urging us seize the day

for being gay

On the road

I had not flown far,

spirits of love

and peace at my heels,

when I saw you

waiting at the next bend

where I fell

into arms open wide

like the branches

of a tree, restoring me

to life,

and bringing us together

forever

Copyright R. N. Taber 2015