the upcoming sun has drawn a silken orange scarf
……………….along a ridge
air warm as a last breath escapes through interstices
……………….of a net of bare limbs rising
its new spark’s a blazing diamond in a new day
………………. skying
………………..is this surprising ?
winds rush to fill a void
……………….where other air is now good-byeing
wind-muscles whip the door, I grab, I grip
……………….to keep the thing from flying
and still night’s last blazing jewel’s in cold dawn,
……………… still skying
……………….is this surprising ?
moon arrived last night after the sun had gone
……………….to warm elsewhere-others with its newest shining,
houselights below, warm in mother’s shade, acorns falling,
……………….pinecones pining,
overhead remnant blazing diamonds, tiny, still are
……………… brightly flying
……………….it’s not surprising .
the river still runs through that ran when I was young
……………….it’s in its valley falling
limbs dipped in its flow are tugged to come along but won’t let go,
……………… they keep stalling
instead, they’re hoping to be weightless loose and free
……………….and skying
……………….but this too is not surprising .
now my love is near, grown children here and there,
……………….out of reach a blazing orange scarf lies
behind a line of trees at dawn. beyond a wall some oaks
……………….grasping earth are swaying
crusted frost beneath, nothing’s in the way
……………….and no thing, not one, is lying
……………….but the allatonce of this, its suddenness,
……………….has been surprising
.
.by Jim Culleny,12/12/13
Blink 