I am a leaf-dance in the woods.I am the green gaze of the ocean.
I am a cloud-splitter in the sky.
I arrived robed in red
out of nowhere and nothing.
I whisper between pages.
I disappear in the painting.
I rest between musical notes.
I awaken among strangers
in a country I never imagined.
I am timbales and bells,
a parade under your window.
I am the riddle I cannot solve,
hands on the clock's face,
seven crows on a branch.
I am the one whose footfall
changes the pattern of stars.
Dolores Stewart, from The Nature of Things
(reprinted here with the late poet's kind permission)
1 comment:
Her words are magic. Thank you for introducing me to her poetry some years ago.
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