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Invisible Minutes
by
Deborah Russell
above the mountain
the red hawk flys
and circles higher
there is no breeze
beneath the summer sun
stillness falls softly
on the land, in my ear
waiting, waiting for
something
i
feel time unmeasurable
inaudible sounds
a clock of invisible minutes
emotions swirl on the path
below,
where time carelessly
remembers - experience forgets
a
vision primed with past
and future tense
i am asleep and awake
anxious, anxious
for something
every feathered line
the red hawk crosses,
entangles and spins
thoughts stumble
and stutter esoteric notes
the
sun's a yellow wash
it rises -whispers like a child
reciting poems
of all matter of things
waiting, waiting
for anything
anxious - waiting
waiting for the moment
that starlings rejoice
a sacrament to life
a prayer for health
a ritual, a ritual
for everything ...
above the mountain
the red hawk flys
and circles higher
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