4.29.2021

Bedtime Gallop

 



 Starlight     wrested from its mooring of day. 

Night-weary cloak upon me

                    the leaden weight    

                                        of joy

                                weighs heavy with the knowledge

                                the scales tip as deep 

           in the other direction.



Sleep        a diamond mine trawled through

    longing for relief

                a thousand points of light.

The sullen waning Moon        running rough-trod through my fears.



With each settling

the words

they come

insistent on my recording.

My hand     furious     in attempt at catching

                                                        the mind's flight of fancy

                                                        the heart's embrace

                                                            of a moment    undone.



Vine and bracken        scrawled across the page

    painstaking indulgence

    stirred by cricket hymn.


Spring's unfolding

    redemption and torment

                        a banquet    laden with fruits

            soon enough to rot.



Not every bird caught in hand,

not every stone cast,

    we set out.



Full and empty.


Clutching at pearls

    of loss and longing

words slip by

    many lost to the night...








(Photos:  Yellow-Bellied Sapsucker Holes in a decades-old landscape Holly)