Genesis Chant by Stefanie Bennett

Do not wake me from
This dream. Do not
Stir the pyre
Or disturb one stone.
The wildflowers are
In abundance
And the hills serene
With their own dreaming.

Whether it be noon
Or night’s haven,
The opposites console
And walk
A skyway fit for
The evolution of Mammalia
And winged chariots
Of soft gold.

To my right
The marshlands murmur
Legendary
Music
Of birch flute and drumming.
To my left, a desert
As bountiful and clear
As permanent Spring.

In the distance, wise spirits
Ritualize
The song and dance
Of the everlasting.
Behind me,
A fearless rainbow
Bends to kiss
The sacred ground.

Do not wake me from
This dream. Do not
Tamper with
What quietude remains
In which we live
And die.
Do not wake me yet.
I’m not ready
                To face my
Too human murder.

Stefanie Bennett has published several books of poetry, a novel & a libretto… tutored at The Institute of Modern Languages & worked with Arts Action for Peace. Of mixed ancestry [Irish/Italian/Paugussett-Shawnee] she was bourn in Queenslans, Australia. Her latest poetry title is “The Vanishing.”