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Enraptured: Everyday Magic, Day 333

Updated: Oct 2, 2023

Photographer Stephen Locke, whose gorgeous photograph taken last Saturday, and I have started a project combining his photograph with my poetry, which we hope will lead toward a beautiful book. Here is a poem I wrote this week, inspired by this photograph. Follow Stephen on facebook, twitter and vimeo.


They said this would come: a lifting up, an ending to begin

what comes next, but only for the chosen at the precise moment.

Instead and always, this is what came: light falling open at its core,

the fire in the breath, the blue-black horizon of the next storm,

the billowing out of memory, and the scent of rain to come,

lost chances, and the inverse ocean we call the sky. All of this aligned

with wind and grass, all of life opening its hand to let us see

there is no place better than the crescent of light and weather

bending around the earth, no air sweeter than what shows us how fast

our hearts can beat, how high the thunderheads can power, how wide

the rush of grass and leaf can point. There is this ending, this beginning,

this falling and rising as we pound down the old cement stairs

to wait in the basement, or open back out the screen door to see

the reborn blue, the dance of what glows and darkens, the return

that cannot be reduced to a billboard proclamation, the last ember

on the horizon and the first star, then the second. Look up. Look down.

The world is enraptured, and the world is where we live.

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