Poem: Night Solo

 

Night Solo

 

a boulder, whalish,

with mottled hide of unguessable deeps,

breaches the summit

to earn a vertigo of moonless perch.

 

with magic rare and clear

it can see for parsecs,

through a starlit glitter of spectral rain

which flirts forever down,

delicate yet coruscant.

 

down

down down down

and yet higher still,

immortal and diamond.

 

to the lichened eye

of the weathered, old rock

arrogance is nowhere.

ants and moths and the ensouled lights

of all other creatures in the stars

pulse natal and humble. 

 

the universe,

in this brief, lucky, lost moment,

offers the boulder the celestial glint

of its mysterious ear.

 

and the boulder, suffering

a nightly gnaw of ice and wind

rhapsodizes

from its perch of meek fissures,

singing forth, eerie yet jubiliant,

faint whistles and moans,

drawn from the secret corridors

of once elusive dreams.

 

 

 

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