Sunday, November 20, 2016

Silver Toys

The Sundance blinds
me with its consistent,
relentless, ruthless

As dusk descends
upon the pond,
the globe of gold gives
way to the one of silver.
The fire is tempered
with every reflection.
shimmering ripple is
interspersed with
One getting dimmer,
and the other darker
as dawn approaches.

As dawn approaches, my eye
doesn’t get blinded
by the firescape.
Neither does my skin burn.
The brilliance, now, ignites
the here & now,
reducing me to a child.

The child is my guide;
the moon,
its favourite toy.

-aeshna, 2016

pic: Juja, Kenya (cvs)

Whatever there be of progress in life comes not through adaptation but through daring, through obeying the blind urge. - Henry Miller

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