As If a Windsock
As if a windsock could tell which way the spirit is blowing or a cascade know the exact configuration of all its falling drops…
CLOCKS SET AHEAD
Clocks set ahead one hour
but darkness is just as dark
Darkness after all is timeless
Darkness doesn’t polish its shoes
Whoever’s left in the darkness
stands ghostly in the mist
Shades and shadows blend together
One voice cracks the darkness
Every darkness has some light in it
Every light some dark
The eye alone sees timelessly
light and dark as God enters it
Then the dome of the sky slides off
and we see worlds we hadn’t seen before
Hidden behind dazzling nets of stars
or circulating in the dark between them
From a darkness that’s not dark we come
To a darkness that’s not dark we go
Everything’s wrapped in the arms of darkness
the loving arms of the deep darkness
Even as the clock’s set an hour forward
and the sun comes up an hour late
Creatures know what time it is
So far the birds are quiet
The trees await the orders of the day
to continue their silent vigils
3/11/07 (from Invention of the Wheel)
Categories: Poems