.
this morning our bed’s ablaze
in wanton light
the sun hammers our windows
light-brimmed celestial zero
wide and open, restrained by nada,
silent something nothing spoken
wide, wide— even oceans are more miniscule
than this dawning wave immense and single
which starts a day, a silent gong
no thought breaks its breakers
no idea surfs its spilling silver splinters
no theorems curse its curls and crests
no thesis trips its photon sprinters
light alone
our tireless maker
and natural neutral
under-taker
.
Jim Culleny
5/18/13
Blink 