Tuesday, April 17, 2018

I'm back...

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.

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