Guarding Asgard

there is one who waits
beyond madly moonly motion
one whom you do not know

white as seafoam is this one
so quietly one waits
watching so closely
the shift of gear decisively quick
thighs cocked like pistols
requesting permission to fire
beggars of arms pleading in silence
fog of Jericho raising a wall of sound

still, one waits
one is Giver
waiting for the better Reception
one sees fear
in genuine imitation truth, 90 proof
spoiling easy laughter
harshing early morning lights
pulls children's hands back
(DON'T TOUCH!)

one sits at the foot of the bridge
shifts one's cloak against cold
one waits and watches
remembers myth of two
two is one one waits for