Intent on intricacies of pattern
And underlying form,
We scour the path for clues.
A scuffed, marble outcrop,
Pitted with crystalline hollows,
Offers a rough gem or two.
Shining examples
We pocket along the way,
Focused on minutiae,
Weave and meander,
Oblivious to roiling
Storm cloud brew.
Sudden flash cracks
The ground around us,
Shatters our dreamy trance.
We bolt, helter-skelter,
Devilled by zapping jolts.
Run for cover, our only chance.
Abandoned tower leans
Against a falling sky. I shelter,
Quivering, under an eave.
Toward the horizon, you flee,
Silhouette etched on a pale seam,
As brilliant shafts strike.
Mad seamstress stitches
Below from above, between
The dark and darkening.
YOU ARE READING
Out of this Earth
PoetryMusings on the luminous sometimes whimsical world of human love: Bring your heart to the Garden for a feast of Earthly delights but come prepared for unexpected twists and dark turns along the way.
