All Things Large and Small
I sit in the garden...
but not my usual focus:
(lush, red Lincoln
Roses, nor magpies
splashing one another,
frolicking in the
birdbath, like children
in a rubber pool, having
oceans of fun. No –
today, not larger,
more colorful – easily
recognizable and beloved
by all, but smaller things
join the particles of
of my lately fragmented
view of the universe)
infinitely small things
hang in my mind
as snow crystals seeming
aimlessly confused in
in a glow of street lamp,
frantic for direction on
a windy, snowy eve;
as those random stars
on a beaming night of
cloudy reflection,
flickering in and out of
clarity – I do not find old age
a particularly fond climax
for a life honestly spent,
though admittedly, not
always of service, when it
comes selfless obligations.
At the moment, my senses
travel a path of sunlight,
illuminating what is often
hidden between the
blades of green foliage
or in folds of petals –
I think of how concentrated
life can be, whether small
or large when viewed from
different vantage points along
the paths of seasonal structure
and annihilation – I think about
how all larger things are
made up of much smaller, often
unseen mysteries...illusive specks
gleaming, then disappearing quickly
from sight, their sprinting rays
explosively flashing – but
just as abruptly extinguished
between dawn and a lingering
sliver of decomposing night...
in the afterglow, I witness
rainbows gloriously manifesting
within a spray of fountain water,
absent from view before
awakened my mind to hidden
pockets of animation, and the
potentially seamless folds
in the nature of projected
journeys – some, perhaps,
momentarily sleeping
but never denied a rightful
aspect for fantastic dream…
each, may it be large or small
somehow of great importance,
I search the riddle
of my often
overlooked depths...
dotting my I’s and
crossing my T’s,
in a Free Verse Dimension
writing new dictionaries,
phrases casting off their
shackles and bursting free
from nests of incubating
concentration
– profoundly in
need of
living
punctuation…
Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2020
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