Unwrap each mote of dust
suspended in the sunlight
borrowed from a Saturday
spent dissecting almonds,
snakes, and birds. Our books
tell us almost nothing
of this goddess sheltered
in the ripples of the day
but open your palm to the
light. Feel her brush your skin.
Now sing us all the jagged songs
you suddenly can sing.
—
Magpie Tales #214 | We Wordle #13 | PAD 2014 #9: Shelter
James Brush is a teacher and writer who lives in Austin, TX. He tries to get outside as much as possible.
Love the last stanza in all its jaggedness.
and I love the first…nice job all around!
Delicious write…oh those jagged songs…
Gosh! You must have exciting Saturdays! LOL 🙂
I like “ripples of the day”. Nice.
~ Misky
Thanks, everyone, for your kind comments.