Saturday 23 September 2017

Dream of a Black Fox

The black fox loped out of the hills

And circled for several hours,

Eyes bright with menace, teeth

White in the light, tail dragging the ground.

The woman in my arms cringed with fear,

Collapsed crying, her head hurting my neck.

She became dumb fear.

The black fox, big as a pony

Circled and circled,

Whimsical executioner,

Torment dripping like saliva from its jaws

Too afraid to show my fear,

I watched it as it circled;

Then it leaped across me

Its great black body breaking the air,

Landing on a wall above my head.

Turning then, it looked at me.

And I saw it was magnificent

Ruling the darkness, lord of its element,

Scorning all who are afraid,

Seeming even to smile

At human pettiness and fear

The woman in my arms looked up

At this lord of darkness

And as quickly hid her head again,

Then the fox turned and was gone

Leaving us with fear

And safety -

Every usual illusion.

Quiet now, no longer trembling

She lay in my arms,

Still as a sleeping child.

I knew I had seen fear,

Fear dispelled by what makes fear

A part of pure creation.

It might have taught me

Mastery of myself

Dominion over death,

But was content to leap

With ease and majesty

Across the valleys and the hills of sleep.

Sunday Independent

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