Thin Grey Fog
thin gray fog obscures
the reliable rising sun;
choices mask "no need
to choose"
joy sweeps us up into a farmhouse waltz
barn wood walls ring, and do sing the very melody that became stuck
on the roof of our mouths, resounding in the cupula ceiling-
crystal beads growing
brighter as the million eyes readjust to the dark, to the blatant incision of trust carved on wax, ice, yellow pine
no time or interest in stoking the fire:
friends come, hang out,
and disappear--
it's the time of year to be clear with how we spend our free time
our investments in our friends never end because the other is weathering
an inner storm; no balances need be drawn- the drawing room is saved
for spontaneous guests, as rocking chairs glide past the wrap around porch, take wing, do reach the furthest chagallian star
left for the dreamers--
whose capillaries course clearly--a filigreed communication
with room for spaces,
the holy breath:
the listening room, enlarged for comfort
encased in liquid lapis, gets licked
by border collies, resting in the coolness
of country corners, resigned in pine
~kate lamberg (c) '18
the reliable rising sun;
choices mask "no need
to choose"
joy sweeps us up into a farmhouse waltz
barn wood walls ring, and do sing the very melody that became stuck
on the roof of our mouths, resounding in the cupula ceiling-
crystal beads growing
brighter as the million eyes readjust to the dark, to the blatant incision of trust carved on wax, ice, yellow pine
no time or interest in stoking the fire:
friends come, hang out,
and disappear--
it's the time of year to be clear with how we spend our free time
our investments in our friends never end because the other is weathering
an inner storm; no balances need be drawn- the drawing room is saved
for spontaneous guests, as rocking chairs glide past the wrap around porch, take wing, do reach the furthest chagallian star
left for the dreamers--
whose capillaries course clearly--a filigreed communication
with room for spaces,
the holy breath:
the listening room, enlarged for comfort
encased in liquid lapis, gets licked
by border collies, resting in the coolness
of country corners, resigned in pine
~kate lamberg (c) '18
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