Oh, there you are, morning Sun.
So constant even when each day
you emerge differently, depending
on your mood: sometimes subtle,
glowing faint amber as you rise,
peeking out from the horizon line
of dawn, sometimes a dramatic
entry, a brilliant ball of magenta
and orange flame exploding off
the earth’s surface.
Oh, there you are, shining Moon.
So constant, even in your phases:
sometimes a shy silver curl winking
down at us, sometimes an elusive
dove half covered, peeping out
from behind a cloud, sometimes
a bursting round orb, an alabaster
sand dollar gleaming in the ebony
sky, reflecting the stars.
Oh, there you are: Day, Night,
sandwiched between rest and
unrest. We fill you like a box
or purse, stuffing your emptiness
with urgent activity, penciled
agendas, errands, worries,
assuming you will always be
available, one more minute,
showing up, an incomplete
sentence between punctuation
marks, a blank canvas to paint
with our breath.
But breath is not guaranteed,
not a right. So I implore you:
grab the world and shake it.
Listen for the symphony
of the crickets, touch the bark
of the maple, inhale the pine,
rock the crying baby, hold
the hand of your dear ones
and say, look here, I love you,
and then truly hear the silence
of the stream just flowing, moving,
careening, feel everything unfolding
in that constant, fleeting, precious
space between daylight and dusk.
For life is fragile and tomorrow
is not promised.
Wow! Powerful. I am going to share this widely. So smart and moving. Heartfelt.
Yet Another thoroughly moving offering from your creative soul and pen Suzanna. So moving. Thank you.