SIGHT
Land can look
deep purple,
cobalt blue
from far away…
but up close,
it is surprise green,
with browns,
and slashes
of clay red and
hansa yellow.
Sometimes souls
are like that too:
long view,
short view,
so different in color and tone…
yet exact same soul.
How war-ready
the mind can become,
when demanding
only one true view,
insisting all ground
be immoveable,
and sky always
poised overhead.
This way! Only this way,
I tell you!
But, the kite says otherwise.
Clouds are under
her wings,
and the ground
ever moves for her,
snapping open,
wrinkling, winking and rising,
stones fall a-clatter,
boulders crack and thunder,
bones roll,
flowers fan,
vales sink,
creatures jump,
water drops
shatter
… and on.
Nothing is still.
Nothing remains one set
of colors only,
not a mind,
not a body,
not a land,
not a sky.
Even in sleep,
the tiny dance
of the heart
continues,
parts of the body
go bluish, then blush
roseate,
back and forth,
back and forth
all night long.
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CODA:
The poem “SIGHT,” ©Creative Commons Copyright, by Dr.C.P. Estés. Rights to others include permission to distribute non-commercially as long as the text carries all original words in full as well as this notice of author’s name, and rights accorded.
Regarding the PHOTO: I found the artist of the beautiful photograph above: The photo is called “Volcano Valley.” It is © by Nancy Newell, Traditional copyright, All Rights Reserved… and she says it “was taken in New Mexico from Highway 550, looking southwest toward Cabezon.” Thank you NN.