A Trick of the Light
Six o'clock Tuesday on the planet Earth,
As good a time as any (it all being relative)
For the photons to jump
The ether to wobble
And a blackbird to make waves.
(The blackbird is an artist
Whose vibrant affirmation
Dominates ten thousand cubic yards of biosphere -
But we're talking sound, not the subject here,
So bye bye blackbird.) ((Actually it's so beautiful, if you're of an aural bent,
break scan, close your eyes, and fade...bye bye the two of you.))
(((Also, for the synaesthetic, the blackbird's song is purple and green and
rich and dark and thrilling with measureless life and what ARE those waves
anyway ? Are we really saying goodbye ?)))
Meanwhile, there's a minute or two of hallucinating while
The grass says green and the sky stays blue
In a daze of clarity
As the moon, the moon in one chill leap
Vaults to its spot in the settling sky,
Composes all beholders' imaging
And slowly, timefully measures out the dusk -
This restless ghost, a battered mirror whirled by gravity
A charlatan of dreams
A sleight of sun.
Ah, the sun.
This green and blue of grass and sky
Celestial tricks of light and eye
Are conjured from our everlasting hearth
(So who's quibbling everlasting, with lifespans like ours ?)
And spun on the fingers of a trillion rays.
(And again, who's counting ? Actually, we are,
And our hunger for meaning means we'll mean the while
Until we've counted everyone.)
These tricks of course are a Big Package
You come with your own eyes
And the fly or the blackbird in the next seat takes in a whole other show.
Now, because I'm human
And mean a lot
I'm going to say "The Question is..."
The question, Question is what happens to green and blue?
Nay, Green and Blue ?
If ever a human on the planet Earth met Green and Blue
GREEN and BLUE
This is it.
Green and blue talk to me through grass and sky
The grass and sky talk through green and blue
And if I've any sense (not bad sense as senses go,
My eyes rate B+ or even A-, unlike my muddled ears,
My poor dead nose)
I worship them.
Awe was the word I sought for
But the blackbird got there first.
Dammit, that bird's all awe.
