Until

I’ve not roamed the four corners of the earth
but I have roamed the four corners of the earth
I contain as much love and callousness as any human does

I love and harm as sure as the passionate sun does,
which inflames dawn clouds in iconic peace and beauty
which inflames sunset clouds in ironic blaze and beauty
in cumulous portraits of the One

and which the brutal sea under its placid sun-struck
sometimes mask of absent wind and freeze does
as when a seaborne mist of amethyst and gentle swells
comes with southern breeze of warm calm
within the sense to know we drift up to a brink

until

(as everything from dust to stars does)

Jim Culleny,
12/1/20