Tag Archive: rebirth


Post Haste

I dive off the landing
from the top of the stairs
and frantically grab at the tiny copper beads 
that are the pull-chain of the bare-bulb light
knowing full well they will not hold me

Descent is an endless whorl

I am found with them still clenched in my hand,
the light yet intact, the handrail unbroken

No seeping liquids anywhere

cc: Chagall 2021

The Last Aloft

there it is,
that distinct aroma

a wind of the past

a breeze 
of the gone 

a flash of laughter
once, now lost

somewhere in the deluge,
somewhere in the design

supine
on the detritus

a back-float
on time ethereal

buoyant, 
I fall from a rooftop

farewell,
receding sky

welcome home
whispers the blue 

cc: Chagall 2021


Haiku for Acrosome

Perhaps we are all
Afloat in this universe
Pending gestation

© Chagall ∞

Haiku for the Day After

Imagine silence
Barren fields glow red neon
Now torrential rain

© Chagall ∞

Zoom Out

Exhaustion is a rollup shade,
comes down over inner light
to cast shadows that run too
deep, bluer than cold black.

Oddly, since I can see that
I am invigorated, renewed. I
am outside of the physical
debris; I am beyond the miasma.

© Chagall ∞

Leaving Marbles Behind

If death be not a parenthesis,
must life then be an ellipsis?

© Chagall ∞

Those Woods

The little horse has passed, still her harness bells summon
snowfalls shared, quiet leas, and the long dark nights of winter.

©  Chagall 2017

For Chloe – ci vediamo

She loved Frost but was less equivocal about the end,
choosing water over fire and ice.

© Chagall 2017

The Final Eve

The last silver streamer alights,
confetti and ticker tape abandon flight,
balloons fall from celebration
failing to be held aloft.

Remember when we were? Each awakening brought
a new day with new sun in which we bathed defiant,
we dared it to blind us, we countered with our own
heat, radiance, impulse to grow, and then to burn away.

Soft brooms whisk the memory; the clink of glasses raised
to toast is still there, not quite yet imperceptible.

© Chagall 2017

Reclamation in Two Acts

1
The ray of light
on return to the sun
discovered she wasn’t
so special at all

(agonizingly long intermission, theater in total darkness, misty haze in lieu of vibraphone tones to alert the Watchers that the show is resuming)

2
Whatever your form
you’re divine

Chagall 2016

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