A Walk through the Dark Blue Night
by Mary Lambert |
This shimmering moment hangs in the air. My breath clouds before me as a distant dog barks and a tree is unloaded and dragged up concrete steps. A creak, a shout. The door slams. Silence. This cold stillness, like an old Christmas card-- just a memory at a certain time, about some out of the way place. The indigo sky with tinfoil stars--so ordinary, so special. Like woodsmoke, coming over the hill with a lilting echo of a laugh as someone walks into a house. The door slams. Gone. Just my breath, in, out, in, out, as I walk up this last hill. Snow like planned sequins lights the way. An Aurora way off on the horizon forms an angel with open arms, full of light, a beacon for new life born this day. A bell tone full of spheres, expands me as I near the top of the hill, at center in the angel's wings, enfolded. Amen. |
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