Wednesday, March 30, 2011

The time that settles between


What The Sky Will Not Hold

Some, but not all. Any more than we can.
There are physics to account for, the sheer
weight of keeping what cannot be kept aloft
for very long. Some call it rain; others call
it tears. It is the grand exchange of water
up and water down; evaporation and deluge.

The sun finds its tiny beacons to signal
change in weather, change in the aftermath
of a meadow in torrent to a meadow in
diamond. Quail call as lark answers and
every living survivor comes alive as if
nothing and everything happened at once.


This is the way of our days, our nights,
the time that settles between as missing
or lost to the maraud and accretion that
forms a bearable future. It has always
been this way. Newt finds mossy realms
as lizard seeks the dry solvency of sun.

The sky cannot hold everything. Like us,
it fails for millennia giving everything
back to take it all up again and so on.
What it cannot hold, we seek to embrace.
In this knowing are we laden with the true
mass of the single heart that thrives within.

Joseph Gallo
March 21, 2011



Blogger Jan parried...

Love this new spring poem! "every living survivor comes alive as if
nothing and everything happened at once" so true how everything just "pops" into being again in the spring...nice work!

March 30, 2011 1:07 PM  
Blogger Joseph Gallo parried...

Thank you for your exuberant comments, Jan, and glad you enjoyed the piece. Another poem will be up before March expires.

For some reason, I've been rather lax this month in posting, however, hardly so with regards to writing. ;-)

Tune in for more as it becomes available. :-)

March 30, 2011 6:29 PM  

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