May 1, 2010
May 1, 2010
Now and then a horsetail needle lands on the sun’s old
disc of nature sounds: the whisper of the wind, the splash
of water and the twitter of birds. Windscreen wiper
reeds regularly smear the horizon.
In a surge of energy fishes dive into the sky,
then instantly know where they’re going (swimming)
after death. Conjoined dragonflies mimic
our comical movements and fly right round
the pond with this performance, raising a thunderous cackle.
The storm discharges itself on us, and apart from fear
nothing unites us any more as we run from the meadow,
to perish in vain not far away
under the wheels of the night.
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May 01, 2010