Of Skies and Platters

The dawn cracks open, arthritic hand
of an Ancient One weary of living
yet unable to rest as day breaks
her fine china platter,
splatters the sky with wonder,
beauty of another day unfolding;

And we stutter and we gasp,
too quickly resuming the business
of living as we’ve come to know it,
yet behold!

Across the unfurling sky
wing two hawks tag teaming
thermals, soaring and pirouetting
on a stage of their own; look
upward angels, not down
just now, skirts of morning
are parting seductively
for your eyes only!

 

Pololu Sunrise, Bela Johnson 2016