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Frontiersman
by Glenn CurrierI try to go back to sleep
after awakening from a dream
from the images of the cloaked visionary
who wanders the inner wilds
where I happily get lost at night.
But your deep calls mine -
not in words - rather in some impulse
to leave the usual wounded landscape of self
to travel and search,
to be the pioneer you made me to be,
the frontiersman - unsettled, itinerant –
a hunter sensing his origin
longing to return to his Source.
And so here I am
leaving darkness
for the gray dawn
quietly revealing itself
behind the dark wintered branches of the elm and the pecan
in the awakening fields,
the fields where you patiently await
the emergence of my sight.
01/16/2018 Posted on 01/16/2018
Copyright © 2025 Glenn Currier
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/16/18 at 08:48 PM Great example Glenn of how sleep releases us from the confined and often cramped boundaries of the waking world, to let us explore our other self/selves in the subconscious. Well delivered! |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/22/18 at 02:11 AM This is so smooth, drawing me into the "deep." "to leave the usual wounded landscape of self" - this metaphor of frontiersmen or pioneer works so well here. That last stanza is magic. Thank you. |
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