For you give me joy, Lord, in your creation:
I rejoice in the work of your hands.
Psalm 91
The invisible guest enters,
pulls up a chair.
I offer cups of attention,
some kindly correspondence.
We exchange our thoughts in
the thin currency of familiarity,
our imaginings in old
tales of absurdity,
our lively feast of being
in the bones of the hours.
We speak on the syllables of beauty,
long consonants of mystics,
the vistas of the blue-
soul's changeable sea,
as the scraps of evening clear away
and the loved guest rises to leave.
We linger by the half-opened
door while shadow-
stones begin skimming
the shallow light--
the gathering
fleet of dreams.
This is intriguing! I like so much about it. There is great comfort in the consistent of form, the couplets, when discussing or illustrating something mysterious, "invisible." The allusions to hospitality are lovely and all the metaphors take the reader from invisible to visible with lines such as, "cups of attention" and "bones of the hours" and "blue-soul's changeable sea.". Such a sweet piece...
ReplyDeleteThis was a fun one to play around with words. Form is intriguing! It wanted to be two lines like two people sitting at a table together. So thankful for your wonderful reading, your always gracious and insightful comments. God Bless....
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