Imagine
poetry for a desert summer
I only have a little poetry for you this week. Like so many others, I am mourning the recent deaths in Uvalde, Texas. There are times when even a poet finds words difficult to command.
But I hope you will enjoy these three brief glimpses from the desert.
The nights are full of summer stars now. Here is Scorpio.
Moths at Midnight
Imagine
Dance of uncounted moths
Flitting through the tail of Scorpio,
Dancing through bright midnight
Near solstice.
And here is Cygnus.
Cygnus is flying.
Why do you fly southward, Swan?
It’s early summer.
While the sun dominates the daytime hours as it can only do in the desert.
Hot still desert day,
Great gust whips oleanders,
Then all's still again.
Loved the poems. Sometimes, well, actually often, small is powerful as well. I can imagine the shock of the events in Texas. From the other side of the Atlantic, it's incomprehensible. We mourn with you. And in these times, we need words like yours written here the hardest. Thank you for sharing them.