In Has Tumbled Out

beyond the kitchen window: a wine-dark sea
first light hasn’t touched the boundary birch
pre-dawn cocoon luxurious
silence in this sinner’s church
rapt and so devout out has fallen in
in has tumbled out

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

levitating over town
a moon still hovers

it comes to this:
day comes round
erratic bliss
furtive, pure,
sometimes profound,
and comes again,
my faithful moonlike

by Jim Culleny


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