Thor, the Norse God of Thunder, had a hammer named Mjölnir. Mjölnir was considered a fierce weapon that could level mountains and summon lightning with every blow. In this poetry blog, every Thursday, (Thor’s Day), Mjölnir will forge only song - sing of the mysteries and beauties of the world.

Thursday, July 14, 2016

          for Stuart

It may take
going completely bankrupt,
losing your family fortune
trying to make a killing
in the rice trade,
for instance.

It may take this
or something else…
But the day will come
when you have nothing left to lose
and it is then you finally decide
to claim your sovereignty,
to live your life like an emperor,
and with the bravura and bravado
no city slickers dare dispute.

From this vantage point
you will see bridges 
and tunnels under oceans
that no one else can see.
From this regal ground
everything you say
is a declaration, a proclamation, a decree
that is your currency, the legal tender
that pays your way
from one day to the next.

Some may call you mad,
others may immortalize you,
ink you into the annals and pages of time.
No matter.
You are bigger than any slur
or fiction anyone can muster.
You are bigger than life itself.
Because you show us all
that the only Congress worth having
is the counsel with the Self.
And therein lies the true territory
worth prospecting and protecting.
This is the only claim worth keeping.


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