May 5, 2014

The Beginning of Real Time. ~ Roger Pelizzari {Poem}

night sky time lapse

Almost morning,

somewhere along the edge of March,

I woke to a moment so still,

I heard the ice cracking

on the frozen waters of the world.

Rising from the valley,

between night and day

I opened my eyes and saw my watch

sleeping on the table,

stopped at midnight.

It was a signal for the beginning of real time.

Here and now the world is new.

We see by the light of the sun

that shines in the middle of the head,

while invisible winds

blow everything false away.

Who will miss the shadows of our old lives?

This is how we enter the future,

through the door of the present.

This is where we find the place

we have longed for,

where no one needs to ask,

“Where am I? Which way should I go?”

We are made of green earth and gold fire.

The blue sea flows through us,

like the sweet silver air.

The stars flash from the mind

to the sky,

and grow brighter as we look.

Soon, we will not even remember

the time when we were asleep,

dreaming that this would happen.

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Photo: Used with permission by Rain Hitchcock


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