We ride into the future on the wings of
Present harbingers
Skyways, shifts of light, the ambience
Of a moment caught outside
One found in days of just escaping
I think we’d all best breathe in
Miracles, whenever, wherever and
I can smell the rain and
Loam breaths
Near-rise in miasma as I glance
Around, beyond
Beyond, and back to then and now.
Breathing in the outside
And listening to the thunder.
Got a message from the pre-heat-dome sky
Just now, as I alit for a moment
Pausing to feel
Not meaning to be trite
But doing what all old farmers do,
And turn my head, sniff the sky, search it too,
I was on the front porch, east to the lake.
The west wind came right up, blowing my greys
And as I came in to fix a bit of dinner,
The light from the west called me back to the
Door out into my gardens,
The soon-solstice sky that I saw and felt
Already coloring lush this vesper
Lovely, harbinger of solstice.
I arrive in the twilight
Watching night coming on
Things shape now into a
Newly-unknown reality.
Not a light on the patio
Save the lowered gleam of
My phone
Gunnar on the edges,
Going out onto patrol
As twilight gives way
Fireflies
Meanwhile,
Spare, barely noticed—
The hummingbirds have gone to bed
Bullfrogs quiet and sonorous—
A drop of rain
A drop of rain
A drop of rain
Gentle
On this bounty
I won’t ever tip us out
Of our little sailing moonshadow
Seems the rocky seas do
Rock us
Gently now.
