Sunrise Through the Sagebrush
rerun from Nov 2023
sunrise through the sagebrush dry grass in the golden light the momentary lush vision of the end of night that tells me all shall be all right as i listen for the hush beneath the urge to rush beneath the rush to bite into the apple of the day into the words that people say the music of my breath the calm of life the calm of death the sunrise in my eye and miles to go before i die
Nice one, O Sage of the Sagebrush!!
Thank you Jonathan for sharing, reminds me this poem I wrote I while ago—yet different.
That sun rising seems to be an eye looking just at the speaker.
Faith in Yourself
Become yourself,
Like a downpour
In a summer day,
Wild as newborn
River, in its
Untarnished spring.
Become the jewel
Which sails through time
Like lights across
the empty space
Between the nights.
This is not an age
For those afraid.
Too far the voids
Of dead matter,
The noisy spells
Of clouded pixels
Have reached through.
A thousands words
All meaningless,
Stare into empty mirrors—
And you can no longer
See your eyes.
Now is the time
Of feathers or warriors,
For you to hold your stand:
The mirror is your eyes.