Stop Look Up

My father taught me

to

stop and look up,
To survey the stars,
Each night

before you close your eyes.

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Real Under Sky

imageReal Under Sky

Under the expanse
Of the sky
We Become real
And
Proportioned
Elegantly, precisely,
To the wonder
Of existence;
As if some remnant part
From an almost
Forgotten history
Nags, begs, consciousness
From a bigger beauty;
Potent, overwhelming,
Unmeasurable and
Truly Incomprehensible.

Child Behind the Curtains Watching Rain

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Child Behind the Curtains Watching Rain

Photo credit : charmingthebirdsfromthetrees.blogspot.com

Child Behind the Curtains
Watching Rain

A small child
In a double breasted
velvet vest
with four
mother of pearl buttons
and in shorts,
Is eating almonds
behind the curtain.
He leans his
chin on the window sill.
He watches the
rain falling from the sky
landing In shiny
wet and dancing greyness
in hopping drops
and ringlets
on the surface of the asphalt
and in tiny bubbles
siting on
the blades of grass.
all so wonderful
and new .
He knows that
just a short walk away
there is a whole lake
of this stuff,
much bigger than
the puddles
forming in the street ..
He cracks the almonds
In his mouth vertically
at their seams in two
as the smooth surface
of their polished
marble insides
slide and fall down
either side of his tongue
to be crushed
into delicious ground
almond paste
that he swallows.
Why does it rain he thought.
It’s so beautiful and so sad
and I love to
watch it from this window.

The clouds part,
the sun comes out
and the child’s
tall thin Mother
with her falling
raven tresses
comes to part
the curtains
In her long
and shining
silver robe.
She finds him there .
He smiles and laughs
and looks up
at his mother.
The round orb
of the sun reflects
on the clear
and shining glass
In the rectangular
window,
that’s now full
of new lines
and gradations
of other
outside reflections,
As the room fills up
with bright 60’s sunlight,
the child knows
the solitude,
the almonds,
and the rain
are now
all gone away .