Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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NIMBUS

Family legend has it, as mothers often sow
I was born with a glowing head, a flame
as with ancient Servius Tullius or the child
Iulus, around the temples and from the top
of the head as Troy feared its fall, later
discussed by a learned panel of jurists
congregated in their spacious foyer as war
stretched across the Pacific, while my life
was suspended in a balance, in a hospital’s
lighted operating room, my nimbus failing
momentarily, its rays, until the doctor
restored its radiance, thereafter never to dim.
The divine spirit, its genius as thunder
and a shooting star over that mountain top
portending good fortune in weaving poetry
from luminous threads gathering upon a loom.

c) Jan G. Otterstrom F.
    April 18, 2009
    Palmares, Costa Rica