Designs and Destinations
by Catherine Moran, Little Rock, AR
A while ago
all edges seemed to smooth together
in a silent symphony of creativity.
Seeds
arose to become a breathing creature
who fumbled and fought for a place.
We evolved into all the shoulders and fingers
striving to survive.
At some point
we became aware of steps
along the curious path towards eternity.
Directions
were painted with mysterious strokes
on stars, pebbles, birch leaves
and in the folds of our ventricle.
Our spirit placed us in the front
of the procession
holding hands with all those walking our way.
Now, galaxies never stop for us.
They hint at a mysterious beauty
just beyond fingertips.
Leaders emerge to build the bridges
to that infinite ascension,
and we call them poets.
They are charged with grandeur.
Along with them we touch edges of the cosmos.
I watch Emily's words
resound off the jagged rocks of our universe,
and Williams' red wheelbarrow
roll along spilling comet dust past tomorrow.
Frost's two paths diverge into the Milky Way
and never look back.
All the rhythms of our breathing start in a glance,
then string out
like eyelashes blinking at a vast eternity.
I stand on a green cliff in the twilight
and listen to words
written on the second star to the right
and rhyming straight on 'til morning.
|
