In Has Tumbled Out

beyond the kitchen window: a wine-dark sea
first light hasn’t touched the boundary birch

luxurious pre-dawn cocoon
silence in a sinner’s church

rapt and so devout out has fallen in
in has tumbled out

I respire (without which
there’d be no coming or going
no out-to-in no in-to-out
no seeing no being
no faith no doubt)

suspended over town
a moon hovers

day comes round
erratic bliss
furtive pure
at times profound
it comes again,
a faithful moonlike

by Jim Culleny

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