Out Of The Cave
Joneve Mc Cormick
Out of the cave I called my home,
beyond the mere life of this body
the universe is disrobed.
There is no place now to fall,
no desire to shrink.
I can see myself burrow into earth,
hover over the sun
or walk down a street --
I can see everything I've done,
pretending many roles.
I can transform into a living cross
or a mummy wrapped in white
spiraling in space
if I choose,
as I've chosen before.
Beyond this mere life
I've traveled many roads
in the all-seeing eye
creating the world;
I was with Homer and Aesop,
in the water Christ walks on,
in hurricanes and harvests.
Don't say it cannot be,
that these and other things
don't or didn't happen;
I know what I know.
And here is my test for truth --
the exact consideration,
and what works:
beyond this body's walls
where I live
the machinery of bondage
in heaven and on earth
is vanishing.
Joneve Mc Cormick - Joneve McCormick lives and works in Manhattan as a freelance writer and translator. Over the years she has published her poems, articles and short stories in various publications and online.
