Saturday, December 24, 2011

i know this long open place

i know this
long open place

so like a field
without fences

unconcerned with the urgencies of artifice

and that long open place holds
the imperative of life
as it is meant to be lived

holds it
as gently
as it holds
the certitude of death
so very like a found feather
brought to ground
after rising sunward
on a soft warm thermal
and then settling unexpectedly
onto the soft loam
of a ploughed and fertile field

1 comment:

Elisabeth said...

Beauty indeed, Steven. I'm on the Christmas run, but not so fast that I have no time to comment on this glorious post. Thanks.