In the warm release of night
moist air brings humid soil
smell deep into the lungs
a reminder of earth’s saga
rains from long ago still fall
each sad hope misted in gray morning
pastels of ancient chalked lines upon ebon rock
my heart’s ebb and flow
beats solemnly if not persistent
in the first shadows of new day
through the golden light of noon
at odder angles than any before
I reach to clutch to grasp
the meaning but rhyme rears her head instead
maybe I am better off dancing
perhaps I could sing lullabies
syllables of beautiful melody
signifying sunsets and falls

In the warm release of night
I breathe in deeply
to breathe out
to cease to shake
in awe

rapt in the star field

Chagall 2018