FROST
Arthur Sze
Notice each windowpane has a different
Swirling pattern of frost etched on the glass.
And notice how slowly the sun melts
The glaze. It is indelible: a fossil of a fern,
Or a coelacanth, or a derelict who
Rummages in his pockets and pulls out a few
Apple cores. Notice the peculiar
angle of light in the slow shift of sunrise.
Where is the whir of the helicopter?
The search for escaped convicts in the city?
Be amazed at the shine and the wet.
Simply to live is a joy.
(From The Redshifting Web: New & Selected Poems)
(My thanks to Arthur Sze.)
The Gentle Nudge
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Such creative imagining here...reminds me of lying on my back in the grass looking at clouds to see what I can "see." Same in the frost patterns. Alwasy unique to the frost and to we observers. :-)
To keep dancing through life 💃❤️🕺🏻