黒竜 と スズメ (Kuro ryū to Suzume)
Black dragon and sparrow
“Come, let me show you” – Indeed the spring moon was full and lit the yard Like a klieg. Although in jeans and tee shirt, he still looked lethal and royal and somehow,the katana and wakazashi tucked into the makeshift obi around his waist did not look ridiculous. Hands arm and dry, he took my hand and pulled me outside into his yard – “such tiny hands you have” and he smiled his singularly sweet smile down at me. In the gravel place, between the pond for his *nishikigoi and the **karesansui, he pulled me. Always when he touched me, heat and electricity flowed from my heels to the top of my head, always drawing me closer to him. The song of steel as he pulled the katana clear – the sound to my ears like the sound the scales of a dragon would make as it moved across the earth.
Standing behind me his arms enclosed me and he placed the sword in my hands – like this and wrapped my hands around the hilt and now, hold it like this as he moved my arms into position and corrected my stance and how I held the sword. Move with me…awkward at first and then like magic it seemed, I was moving with him. Beneath that huge moon the black dragon and the sparrow began their dance. The sword at times reflecting back the light. And then we were still, weighted in that place it seemed by the moon – drawing us together as it drew the tides. The moon drawing from their branches the petals of the cherry blossoms to swirl and then rest in the dark place under the tree. The moon drawing from the dark water of the pond a nishikigoi as it broke the surface of the water, breaking free to leap and fall back with a loud splash. The moon pulling shadows close to the rocks in the dry garden and giving each piece of gravel its own tiny shadow.
The moon drawing us together, warmed by each other, our breaths frosted in the cold of an early spring night. We could not move from that place. The earth held us captive as the moonlight pinned us in place. Who knew that gravity was heat and electricity? Who knew that gravity was choosing not to move, to stay suspended in one place?
shallow spring night warmed
only by the first full moon –
tides and lovers rise
*nishikigoi – brocaded carp, koi
**karesansui – dry garden, zen garden like Ryoanji
This is for Poets United Midweek Motif by Susan. The theme is Gravity. http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2015/10/poets-united-midweek-motif-gravity.html