Just So

I love the ebb and flow of this poem, I just had to reblog it!

Oran's Well



A turn of line—that’s all—suffices
where no cathedral can divine
the source of water in the wine.

A long wave’s curl just so,
wan with sunrise,
grey-belled with glow.

And the sound: Not the hosanna
of the wave’s white crash
but the longer glass recede.

The perfected line erasing
just like this, the night,

no psalm,
just subtle light.

The still mind meets its maker
returning the damaged world in full
with this bruised affirmative,

the held piano note of dawn,
the vanquished yes

echoing down.

November 2016


Submitted to Real Toads Still Points challenge

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