Two Snakes
- Roy Arthur Blodgett
- Feb 17, 2018
- 1 min read
In dream,
in the desert day,
my child self comes
bearing a hatchling snake,
its pattern half mottled
and half striped
I take his hands in mine,
show him the way to become
one with serpent, to become
the substrate, so as not
to grasp, so as to guide
and let glide
Kneeling down
we place it in the rocks
and a second snake appears,
black with a single white stripe
along its spine, a single white
dot on its head,
another hatchling
In waking,
my blood lingers
with the electricity
of a serpent in the hands,
with the soft power
to hold, to let go,
to heal
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