What takes us away
Five swifts strafe the gray / Undercloud begin the day
Seeking quadrants of the sky / Absent both of you and I. ~Endra Ornith
Seeking quadrants of the sky / Absent both of you and I. ~Endra Ornith
Five Swifts
No one sees them, moving as fast as they do,
the circling abandoned, the most direct route
taken this day of overcast promise and reward.
Where they go in such a hurry is anyone’s guess.
Not mine, not this day. Maybe a mountain calls
out water; some meadow set insects carouseling.
So much passes unseen but for the briefest glimpse.
We live lives of deep conjecture, missing most of it,
whirling within what takes us away from ourselves.
the circling abandoned, the most direct route
taken this day of overcast promise and reward.
Where they go in such a hurry is anyone’s guess.
Not mine, not this day. Maybe a mountain calls
out water; some meadow set insects carouseling.
So much passes unseen but for the briefest glimpse.
We live lives of deep conjecture, missing most of it,
whirling within what takes us away from ourselves.
Joseph Gallo
June 13, 2012
June 13, 2012
post-time 1:40 PM
1 Comments:
A fine meditation on what enlivens life at its periphery. Reminds me of William Stafford's line:
The carving says, "Not here, but called away."
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