Monday, November 25, 2019

Pure

I had wanted a quiet testament
and I had wanted, among other things,
a song a pure empty shape like a child
would draw when asked to draw the shape called home
a square with no roof but the sky and sky
thinks in clouds and when the clouds go clear
that light that falls down but is not falling
on things not paradise it won’t cohere
not the crystal acorn not the gold thread
not amen what fills also forms the eye

From Variations on Dawn and Dusk. Copyright © 2019 by Dan Beachy-Quick.