Poetry - Summer 2016

Halo

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By Rowan Ricardo Phillips

June 5, 2016


 

Halo

We wander round ring after ring of life,

One after another, blossoms of light

To which we’re but a mere flotsam of bees.

 

And although this isn’t true, the poem says

This is true; life, light, flowers and bee: truths.

So stop and hold this poem above your head.

 

Hold it up to whatever light you find.

Then let it go: forget it if you can.

If it is meant to remain, it will remain.

 

And if it is meant to light, it will light.

Your hands will have moved on to something else

But your head will have, say it, its halo.

 


Rowan Ricardo Phillips is the author of two books of poetry, The Ground and Heaven, as well as an essay collection, When Blackness Rhymes with Blackness.


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