TO STAY BECALMED
There is a moment, a fissure, like a
thin feather caught on invisible current,
turning around in the invisible air.
When we surmise that the time has arrived,
we are beckoned once, and in that quickened
moment must answer or fall. Of this message,
you get one call.
-
The sun rose orange today, and,
in that coloring light, I took a long walk.
See the treetops! How even those firs
are illumined in the orangey glow of both
yellow and red. High up, where everything
seems all right to my little eyes.
There is a moment, a fissure, like a
thin feather caught on invisible current,
turning around in the invisible air.
When we surmise that the time has arrived,
we are beckoned once, and in that quickened
moment must answer or fall. Of this message,
you get one call.
-
The sun rose orange today, and,
in that coloring light, I took a long walk.
See the treetops! How even those firs
are illumined in the orangey glow of both
yellow and red. High up, where everything
seems all right to my little eyes.
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