The Serpent

March 12, 2012

A shiver perhaps but absent fear

Or fear controlled, for what we learned

In childhood of the serpent's bite

In memory's banks quiescent lurks,

But if we knew the power and force

To move without appendages

Lightning fast and tightly coiled

Another vision would we hold

No longer to be crushed as foe,

Respected now and oft revered

A symbol seeking through the world

His place among eternal things.