Energy

a friend spoke of great powers
lying outside of the mind's realms
giant bundles of energy
just waiting to be bitten
into, by us hungry humans
with the perfect karma.

why have i not heard of this before
i asked, while smirking
that oh-so-familiar smirk
of the Poet Who Knows It All.

their powers can be summoned
if only good intentions are wished
my friend whispered, seriously.
in every object, souls reside.

so that night, still grinning
i lit some white candles
and sung songs in tongues
while dancing naked around
pentagram-shaped trees
in the light from a full moon.

yet the universe's energy
must have been drained that night

because all i had asked for
was to come home, and write
a good poem.


~James Harker, Jr.~
~Wednesday 24 June 2009~