Chores of Eternity
back of the house I looked up through the bare elm branches.
air hugged me all round and dark, moonless sky arched over me like
the shadow of my motherís body as she kissed me good night so long
up at the bright, breathing stars I wondered if I would remember
this moment, if words would begin to flow in and surround the deep
well of meaning that waited as an invisible presence.
into the cold I inhaled the breath of the stars tinged with the
smell of pinion smoke that made me ache for exactly where I was, in
that moment of awakened night where the black of the sky was a color
and not an absence of light.
crown this moment with words, and bow to Her, she who offered to be
born into my poem.
I moved towards the backdoor but lingered, still, in the midst of my
life, rich silence poured down on me, an unfathomable kindness
radiant amid the sharp winter cold and the deep black of the heavens
of infinite breathing stars caught between leafless branches.
entered the yellow light of the house and humming warmth, filled
with the quiet queenliness of the night, revived by the breath of
stars to finish up the dishes and sweep the kitchen floor.