Meditation and Revelation
A firefly, glowing, glowing, glowing swerves
Around the temple bell and rests upon
It, glinting. In the twilight glowing curves
Have settled on the metal briefly. Drawn
Towards the contours of the bronze, the fly
Begins its meditation. In between
Each glimmer darkness rests. This dark is sly
Because it says the flashing, flashing green
Is winked illusion or is almost so
Since gleaming is so slight and terse compared
To darkness yet to come. Each tiny glow
Is trapped inside the coming dark, is snared
In larger darkness. Brevity of dawns
Inside wide darkest space is less like bronze.
~ Phillip Whidden
by phillipw | Sep 9, 2021 | LI |