Monday, January 2, 2023

the linear placement of January












snap!

falling icicles of expectation hiding amongst the debris of a thousand years
ruby-velvet solitude looks good on you
draped across shoulders made from sparrow bones
ice 
   drawn on frosty windows holding no design--no fractal map
sorrow dwells here
pain lies in the corner pocket behind the abstract canvas
presence tidies the curtain
waiting upon the frayed wool blanket for a sign
--that blue jay berating the cold--that sign!
snap!
enchantment found in the smallest things
absolute
relative
what a wonder stillness is--snap!