I have felt, in these last days, a symmetry of awakening
The light of trees remarks to me of a wholeness, a beginning.
The furniture of insight is made plain in them
The shapes they cast on these starlit eyes
Cheapen the breath.
A day can pass so amused by shape and form
and how it moves like a suntrap through me
moulding and remoulding my own shape
ways of seeing, implements of being.
The cold tinges of a cherry tree bring the dusk,
I am away inside to speak with extended family.
A field of recognition and non-conversation
about tupperware and movies we’ve seen
a cold glow from the day and a longing to know them
as I did that tree
if only we could sit still enough
to see each other so splendidly.
Expect nothing from the day,
The night provides all we need.