Gris-Gris, an online journal of literature, culture & the arts

A Blessing for This Man

by Lois Marie Harrod

Bless this man who sleeps beside me
who breathes his arms around

my sometimes Shiva destroying sleep
Vishnu with his lotus dream

heavy-hodded Ganesh
thigh across my thigh, fat foot against my own,

most at midnight like the dire god
neither of us pretend to understand

the dragon some believe
holds all in the frond of his hand,

yes, crushed in his palms
like Jurassaic ferns, various

and extinct,
Cladophlebis compressed

and reappearing as a new species,
Szea henanese

in the Yuzhou area
of Henan Province.

Bless this man like the rare plant I am.
Press him here.