It has been too, too long since a poem has graced my notebook with its tentative presence. Inspiration has been as elusive as the spring these past few months.
But! It came back this morning, and I wrote this poem for you.
Dream Catcher
Thoughts of you cling like cobwebs,
drift
in the breeze, heavy cottonwood seeds.
I lay out a poem to catch them.
Its many points and grooves
snag the big ones before
they can get away.
One thought,
shaped like the sun
smooth sphere and searing spikes,
rests in the center,
heat and light entangled
piercing the gossamer folds of the sky
with its brightness.
The sun is brightness
embroiled in a ball of nuclear fusion–
or is it fission?
I’d expect you to know,
or at least to pretend like you did.
Fusion melds things together,
the ultimate blazing adhesive.
Fission cuts through cleanly to separate them,
like a sharp knife
through aluminum foil. Sparks fly.
I think
I’d rather the sun’s specialty
be fusion.
No need to ask it
to hold on. It just would,
by nature binding itself
together, stretching across the expanse.
Bright cobwebs against blue sky,
infusing light where they land, simply by being.
