From here the land rises
like a green wave, so that
perhaps we cling
like fishermen to our
small boat. Are we afraid?
~For Lillian at dVerse, who asks us to be inspired by windows. I think there is more to say on this subject, and my picture doesn’t capture the perspective at all, which is a little frustrating.
This is for Tuesday Poetics The picturepicture is by Jinny Nieviadomy, chosen by Mish at dVersedVerse
Three eggs
We peeked in, reverent, not breathing,
Holding back fingers
Marvelling at them – so blue
They must be made of sky,
Or hold some glorious truth,
As if at any moment they could crack,
Spilling out sun and moon and stars
And time and space –
All the great mass of matter
Flowing forth, clotting and binding,
Swirling itself into great galaxies
And constellations,
Hurtling and spiraling, on and out,
Until, on some unimagined,
Distant ball of rock and water,
A woman stands, holding a child,
Joying in his sturdy strength,
Showing him three secret eggs
And whispering to him not to touch.
