The following poem was sent to me today by a dear friend, Merri Trifiro. Her words brought me to tears. What her eyes seen resonated in my soul so deeply, I was moved to share it with YOU.
I am fortunate to live in a warm climate by the water’s edge, and I was moved today to write my observations, my evening musings on this one, and the passing of the day.
There is a flourish of activity that comes with the setting sun…
My seat and feet planted
in the grass, I can feel the breezes
Fluffing, like billowy bloused arms of a royal nursemaid, hurrying to ready the sun for bed…All unfolds in sensory splendor until the last frame is captured with a single blink of the shutter.
A moment that will never come again…
This capture is emblazoned upon me like lasers etching my inner eyelids
A Marvelous Still
remains amidst this soft and furious bustle…
Looking Out
at the Sound skipping and dancing beneath this brushed and dappled sky…
Suddenly, my eye catches
Two Fish
Leaping up from the wavy stage
They flop down,
Slapping the surface waters, Breaking the rhythms
their white bellies briefly exposed to the wide expanse above, where
Two Least Terns, trilling sharply, Dart in crazy eights in a frantic aerial chase,
Pulling behind them a dusky drapery …
As the scene, after a stage set change
Enter now,
Five Canada geese in V formation
Fly like an arrow below the clouds,
Ripping a seam in the gray flannel sky
From east to west
All this in such a Wondrous display of this one and passing day!…
Looking Up
Now, in the clouds above,
I see Umbrellas of wispy jellyfish,
under which a playful pup and dolphin are frolicking
In reflection,
I imagine this as a scene rising up out of the dreams cast upon the waters…
Dreams from the depths of the darkening mysteries
They surface projected on the screen of a dusky sky…
I still See in Shadows of Light
Meanwhile, the darting, trilling terns are interrupted by the ominous flight of an osprey
in their midst…
The terns are silent while
the osprey circles
Then all, fly Onward…
Looking Down, upon this coastal plain, inches above the greening blades
A squadron of huge dragonflies in a thick swarm, arrive from the Northside
carrying double saddlebags of some heavy payload,
They Buzz the lawn on twilight patrol…
The curtain slowly pulls Westward,
Like a painted canvas shade
Pulled upon the Night’s flurry….
Closing my eyes, I Listen
for its song,
The yawning day whispers now, in hushed, muffled tones,
Singing a faint lullaby to the sun, that has sunken silently into slumber,
Dreaming now, of all the rainbows, and brightest hopes…
There’s a Promise in the tweeting serenade still heard in the Dark
An Ode to the Coming Light
When a New Day, breaks
Selah
Yom TOV, Beloved
Merri Trifiro