Watching night turn to day—a thing that should be gradual, but instead proceeds by small leaps of realization: “It’s lighter now!” Rain.
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Daily short takes from an Appalachian hollow
Daily short takes from an Appalachian hollow
Watching night turn to day—a thing that should be gradual, but instead proceeds by small leaps of realization: “It’s lighter now!” Rain.
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COUNTERPOINTS
Rhythms define our movements here
before we arrive at still points we find
are quaint leaps of quiet epiphanies:
sundowns are sunrises like crashing
waves ebb, nights are days shorn of
nightmares, screams of pain a lullaby.
I see these circles twirl and ask: why?
Is darkness known only through light?
Fierce love through utter loneliness?
Why must a bright day be rained on?
How does life go from death to living?
Lest one dies to oneself, he is not alive.
When the rhythm ceases on a still point,
do movements move toward an end?
Where is my end when I have not begun?
—Albert B. Casuga
09-15-11
“Counterpoints” is also posted in http://albertbcasuga.blogspot.com/2011/09/counterpoints.html and the Facebook.