Composed at our little house on the high desert today, and read at David's Granary Concert earlier this evening...
Near to the Border
Near to
the border of every extreme
most can
define an ideal
between
cold and hot,
the wet
and the dry,
even one’s self and the other.
As a
brocade of straw or silk from the web’s strand
might be
as reconstruction of vision in youth
amongst
laughter and pain,
the
granite and the ether;
even that
which is mutable and contrary.
By way of
shelter, god’s action in kin
each
flank of creation acts well in its part
as light
from fire-
heat and
light from within slumbering coal.
So too
each introduc’d spirit may become,
and
thanks to the child
therein a
father
quite
near the borders of every extreme.
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