From the selvages of innocence,

knowledge needing, she draws

to the edge of the sun

incised & contoured

on the periphery of time

bleached by the songs of

his longing, corbeled on

a pretense of dusk, the light

looming as she appears now in a forming

like frost patterns in glass

a geometry of fire

fractals of diamond, their stria

aligned & enflamed the way a shore

washes its stones,

a lullaby of calm [emerges]

sounding wave upon wave

from the Sipapus of life –

as he reveals love’s origins

in a plein of topiary forms

glistening in crowns of shadow

where the gloss of understanding

yearns for her evening heart

 

 

© K. James Ribble