Saturn's Day
reese mack
A man, burdened in his own right, leans in with his weight, pulling upon a
door the color of red. It opens to the sound of ringing laughter sent on the
wings of a Northern wind.
He glances around, steely, at the darkened interior, acknowledging the doorman
as men do. An upturned nod, the sign of practiced nonchalance.
Stride, stride, stride and he is inside.
The place is alive with the rhythms of a wager well won.
And he, its witness.
The rain, prophesized in the distant, echoing ringing of a metal plate, holds
its stay through sheer will alone, and he hears the garden calling his name,
begging for the wet release he holds at bay.
Stride, stride, stride and he's outside.
Darkness he is, this evening, cloaked in the black of the night. Eyes and
heads turn but do not seem to see, except for those for whom he is meant.
Humidity, the storm-on-pause, rises in greeting; the only lightning, the flash
of smiles exchanged.
He caries with him a secret, as all men do; of this secret, he is fully aware
and this makes of him a danger, for those who are aware of the Mysteries hold
the hand.
Pleasantries exchanged, he makes his mark, stalking.
The question remains.
Would you allow yourself to be shaken on this, a Saturn's day?
reese mack
SOLUNA.ORG
reawakening symbolic consciousness.
Leo Sgouros
"reese mack" <rees...@soluna.org> wrote in message
news:41lU4.550$273.2...@nnrp3.sbc.net...
What is that, a "name" you gave to a "period" of "time", honoring a planet?
It doesnt exist.The time part.
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