Sunday, June 1, 2014

from the "for a moment" series

for a moment
on the train
the slanted-mouth
woman and i
shared the inherent
beauty of stars

the blooming forsythia
passing by
acknowledged this

                                     for a moment
                                     i was unsure
                                     whether the falling tide
                                     was not the water receding
                                     so much as the earth
                                     rising from it

for a moment
i saw a meadow
thru the trees

coming closer
what was a meadow
was the shining buckeye flowers

exuding light before
the sun had even risen

                                     for a moment
                                     there was quiet
                                     where there had been birds

                                     the sun passed by