The Universe Does Not Abide
The birds are already singing when
I stretch out of bed,
light softening the edges of darkness
just enough to see, the world still faded,
finding its way into daytime like a sleepy
child rubbing their eyes.
I watch color bolden hilltops and
spread like golden butter as sun
rises up past their peaks fanning
out through tree lines into valleys,
it’ll kiss the hollows last, later, and
only for the shortest time.
There’s no chill or dew today,
air already thick with the promise of
rain like even the universe is
holding its breath.
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Lovely!
Beautiful – especially color boldening hilltops and spreading like golden butter. That touched my baker’s heart!
I’m really intrigued by the tension between the title and the poem’s last line. So much independent natural motion, then the holding of breath….
I really like this one.