Before me the world is clarified
by a luminosity that consolidates
all presence into chords of stillness. What
song would this landscape sing?
Just a little green–
color disappears into the air, glimmers in
still lines across the meadow.
Like the color when the spring is born—
the quiet is dizzying, embracing. All is solitary,
complete. Waiting. For what?
The nights when the Northern lights perform—
the hour is transfixed inside a secret whisper of
pulsing breath. An alternate world,
muted, mysterious, not quite real.
And sometimes there’ll be sorrow—shrouded
in uncertainty, time has lost its focus. The land is
primordial, inscribed with a narrative
that has no translation into any language
we are capable of understanding.
Just a little green—a vessel
immersed in air, from the bottom up
there will be
italicized lines are from Joni Mitchell’s song Little Green
Also linking to earthweal, where Sherry supplied the prompt of dreaming in green. A good color to dream in.