Monday, July 22, 2013

White Sky

Under a white sky,
    heat slows, numbs   
    and the fields
    crouch down
    praying for rain.
Leave me quiet,
    under a juniper.
Leave me in the thirsty
    animal of my body.
I’m landing on my planet,
    here in the terrible,
    beauty of now.

7 comments:

  1. Amazing, absolutely love "I'm landing on my planet, here in the terrible beauty of now."

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  2. I love that "terrible beauty of now". Hot, under a white sky, always beautiful.

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  3. It's unanimous so far, Lorna, I also love "here in the terrible beauty of now" — fabulous phrase.
    K

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  4. animal of my body...what a cool line that is...hopefully you get some relief from the heat...

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  5. I must concur-- the final two lines are the knock-out punch. ~cheers, Jason

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  6. Leave me in the thirsty
    animal of my body

    Wonder what will happen after that! A hungry animal on the loose! Nicely Lorna!

    Hank

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