The Flow

Images shift through the
Sparkly spangly star dust thatStreet-Walk
Shimmers in one’s hair like some
Distant figment of dreaming that
Scatters itself on the waters of the
Midnight lake, silvery shards of
Moonlight cutting the surface and
Dissolving in the
Liquid memory that
Spreads itself like some
Everyday ghost that
Calls through the trees
Whispering its invitation to
Dance with the puff-painted clouds and
Swoop with the
Phantom-white barn owl wings that
Embrace their forgetting through the
Distant moments that
Etch themselves in
Spider-web filigrees
Catching tiny globules of light as the
Beginnings of dawn awake
And the solo-song of the
Day-greeting bird welcomes the morning
Sunlight breaking through the
Curtains and scattering on the bedroom floor…