The darkness amplifies
any tiny tears in the thick screen
It is only i
that stirs the silence,
shuffle and peck.
A chime moves to hear itself,
setting a key
for Saint Ana to use today.
Behind the black, wind which is not,
the freeway tunnel blows and gasps,
cats eyes and downshifts, wind it is not
drops in the back, picks up strings.
The cats purr follows the rhythm
of his breath, reviving vigor on exhale.
The fountain trickles for effect
gurgling fools gold in the desert garden.
The birds all still abed in boughs,
have yet to set the tone.
The stars sparkle and wink wearily
in bursts that were sent
long away and far ago,
For this day-
whose silence
sounds
promising.
“Yet you do not know what your life will be like tomorrow. You are just a vapor that appears for a little while then vanishes away.” -James 4:14
1st Image of painting By Wilmer Dewing, Before Sunrise c. 1895 (http://elle-belle10.livejournal.com/1795371.html) [Public domain or Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
Cat Sunrise Image By edited by Mary Mapes Dodge [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons, c. 1884.
