Cold-shouldered

‘One of your shoulders doesn’t know what the Hu is.’
St Patrick whispered in my ear
And why doesn’t it know?
& what doesn’t it know ?
Is it damaged ?
Is it dis-obeying the divine command
BE
Well
nothing can disobey that
no damaged goods around here!
So how can this poor
shoulder,
shoulder it’s responsibility?
So we are back to us,
me in this instance.
I can’t escape –
my brain
misruled,
misunderstanding,
misdirecting,
not letting the limb
hear the command or
remember the command –
limiting its freedom of movement,
that is its
birth right
by which it obeys,
the inner essence of its being.
‘Oh lord grant me supple limbs for obeying you’
prays the sage,
and we follow
We must double and triple entreaties.
we don’t want this shoulder to be
cold-shouldered,
frozen in time
& space
as it must rotate
freely with the stars,
clockwise and

anti -clockwise
around the pole
in its performance of its
God-given function.
What is more,
for the body to be in harmony,
it must
be receptive of the Hu
the name-sound
in eternity
before named and naming

Hu
Huu
Huuuu….

©Richard Twinch
Woodgate Farm Rye 17 March 2023
St Patrick’s Day