Poetry is
life, and life, I think, is about love....
'Keyhole' Nebula
passing through
the perceptions of sometimes reflectionless places
my unseeing chromosomes
cry out for a circumference
different than
what i have seen in past lives
that same and same
again
repeating dark
flooding torrent
of colorless tomorrows
in this new enchanted
place that i would dream
i would have my
sun be that special green
tarnished like
a flat bronze disk
after years of
close acquaintance with the sea
and my hands would
show their weathered appreciation
of the enterprise
of keeping sails properly tended
in the teeth of
crackling winter gales
each day i would
wake long before the venerable dawn
feeling the earth
and sky in my fingertips
and walk strong
and swift watching for meteors and other new stars
and always
each second
from anywhere in
the known universe
i would feel the
pull of the laughing tide of your eyes
it is strange how
the dream and the conjuring differ
how quietly in
the flickering margin of my life
with all the uncompromising
silent seduction of flowers
a gathering happiness
is slowly invading the day-to-day blur
an invisible enigmatic
relief of simplicity
is lifting the
gritty weight of the endless churning
and with a beautiful
infinite slowness
is transforming
the most deadened weary commonplace
into accidental
crystalline treasures
before my joyous
tear-filled eyes
Richard Harrison
23 November 1998
Aloha dear Reader:!
Richard Harrison
Kealakekua Bay, Hawaii 1998
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