.
it comes, goes,
surges, disappears,
a perfect metaphor
for shapes of time,
overused as moon
for that which
vanishes and
reappears
lulled now (the wedding past)
too much so—
a house that buzzed
is hushed, stillness loud & sharp
as a grinning silverpointed
midnight crescent
silence also comes, goes,
empties, spills, ebbs, fills,
evaporates, and billows like clouds
above a sugarbush still
boiling down sweet water
to its essence
.
Jim Culleny
8/12/14
Blink 