And the sun stood still, and the moon stayed…
~ Joshua 10:13
Here is the country of all
set-aside longings, the place
where non-leap year days go to bide
their time; here is the island
where minutes shaved off from each
early appointment have come to rest,
alongside every stitch in time
that saved nine. In spring
and summer (except in Texas or
St. Petersburg during White
Nights), each day delivers
an extra hour of daylight,
along with the newspapers
and milk. Barely any winds
disturb its flags, hoisted
on threads light as thistle-
down. Barely a tremor twirls
the weather vanes in the shapes
of planets and stars:
they merely revolve, calmly
in place— mouthing mantras
of patient waiting.
07 31 2011
In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.
