Relativity at Injasuti
There,
I, corvine clutcher,
pluck at bits
of reflected sunlight;
grapple rainbow shards
that glitter and twist,
beckon and change;
always over…
there!
Here,
streams pour ceaselessly
and the blue skies extend
and the mountains continue
and night is simple,
here.
Dawn’s golden tongue licks over pearly teeth
to melt the half-sucked peppermint
in God’s blue and awesome jaw,
and we are small,
the mountains and I.
And the high orbs lock there, and linger
and challenge for the sky,
for an instant eternal,
but we are hurled on regardless,
the mountains and I.
Tia Azulay 2/3Aug88–09Jan07
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