All the crossing branches
Holding up the indigo sky
Incremental lightening
To blur-grey mist.
*
Golden interior light
Throwing out a tentative glow into the darkness,
assuming a hazy aura before the limit of its reach.
*
Mechanicals.
Ticking of the kitchen wall clock,
Hum of the refrigerator,
Whirr of the basement fan,
Whoosh of the furnace igniting,
Galumph of the percolator,
Added to the gnawing scrape along a dog’s bone,
And the metallic clinking of collar tags.
*
The landscape is mostly a figment of the imagination.
Suddenly, a bird chirps loud and strong
and flutters in the shelter of the eaves.
And the rooster begins its AM crowing.
The ground appears.
The branches are anchored to trunks and roots.
We all are.
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All the Crossing Branches was originally published on Medium in The Lark on December 29, 2023
About the Creator
Natalie Wilkinson
Writing. Woven and Printed Textile Design. Architectural Drafting. Learning Japanese. Gardening. Two poems are featured in a new print anthology-POETICS: Grain available at Bainbridge Island Press.
IG: @maisonette _textiles
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