fixed as if on a seam of coal…a Weathercat late night stroll and shoot.
dawn a fine
rain across
the valley
in streetlights
fixed as if
on seams of
coal in a
miner’s dream
everything
brought
to the surface
in rain
the valley
crackling with
birdsong
jasmine flowers
shining in the
ample wet
on scoria.
miracle for Keikei & inspired by e.e. cumming’s ‘I carry your heart with me’
The miracle of the wing by Ilse Knatz Ortabasi on flickr
i do not
wish to know you were the
miracle after
the event
years later
where time
dries out
and we are
only the shadow
marks of its
passing,
mute as
stars
know you
were it
the promise
unkept
such a bitter
vine would
split this
heart in two.
no, let me
know you are
the miracle
my dear
dearest one
by the simplest
of smiles
your hand
at hand in
mine, that
this is the
very truth
the very
miracle
that almost
dangerous
burst of
heart in
knowing you are it
my love
the miracle
of now
of ever
briefly
now the
breadth of
breath and
monarch
wing
the
dangerous
saying of
love