A deluge pours this spring midnight.
Green, yellow, red traffic lights
reflect in flooded storm drains,
as red stoplights smear like bloodstains.
Inside, I read Hermes' ancient verses
that elucidate how Divinity
becomes flesh, manifests universes.
Nothing is revealed, but great mystery.
We seek knowledge and learn our ignorance.
We live in a desert flooded with storms.
I watch streets pulse red fluid as rains dance,
and asphalt bleeds where storm drain runoff forms.
Here, life is a mirage, an illusion.
Blood, not water, is the sky's effusion.
Wide-awake at midnight, I am near sane,
hearing rain rapping at my windowpane.
I return to quaint and curious verses
of long forgotten lore, like ancient curses
written in codes of cryptic dialectics
fathomed only by insomniac mystics.
Like the red stoplights, each verse holds my brain.
Entranced upon endless red lights' reflections,
I accept bleeding streets like a transfusion
that injects red floodwater from the storm drain.
Turning away from the storm's flooding curses,
I return to decipher mystic Hermes,
meditate upon esoteric verses
as rainfall quiets into night's tranquil peace.
Laura Muñoz-Larbig © 2014
Bloodmoon © Apryl Skies