IV. Isaiah

If ever on the moors in seeking
Zarephath she faltered—
White of gossamer and lamb—

And the well in running over
Colored bloodred clay
Lapis Lazuli, sweetened to dewpoint

As for what it meant
To those that saw and waited
Prophets and disciples of an
Instant; bear witness to the
World reborn (not premeditated)

At muddy dawn in unloved scrubland plots
Subsequent to love running sacred between
The pages of an unloved tome, a fissure

What is a truth?
Could I reach out
And touch you?

What holds your heart, Elijah?
Who can you see beneath the glass
Who stares back from the bottom of a raindrop
Flashing past before convening
With the ground?

Did you know, my dear,
I stem from the disillusionment of ground
And the resurrecting of fraught winter
Sky?
Did you know,
I am alive and dying to go, now,
To arise from Pelas and walk free in sun again?

I want to love the rain
So that it knows

I want to lavish love upon your
Lips, your hands,
Your neck that holds
Your temples, the gaps between
Your ribs, and vertebrae, and 50 billion stars

A pastry.
A Danish, almond preferably.
A large cookie from the bakery
A Multi-grain or rye bagel.
Walking twenty five miles a week affords this
Iced green tea accompaniment when dewpoint goes over seventy
Truth be told, iced tea is a preferred beverage all year long with lemon
Being an epicurean is fun but not easy.
Then again that is every day of the week.
The treat is once a week.

C@rainbowchaser2021

I don’t know
what makes time so
incorrigible.  Seeing that
we’ve come and gone
with each day, spending
it without sizzling joy
time and again the same
way.  
I don’t know what makes
things right.  Admitting what
you need, letting the parched
flower, crumble and fly,
with the wind,
wherever it wants to be.
I don’t know what makes
me love you.  Wishing that
life lasted less than a
minute in an ecstatic
meteor shower, the light in
a night sky.  
I don’t know
whether there is a chance
that you’d ever stand
when its your
turn, seeing the world
at that dewpoint between
life and the end, seeing
the world becoming a
good place, becoming
someone’s paradise.