Light of the World

Earth poetizes, field to field
with trees interlinear, and lets
us weave our own paths around
the plowed land, into the world

Blossoms rejoice in the wind
Grass stretches out to bed them so softly
Heaven goes blue and greets mildly
soft chains the sun has woven.

People go about, no one is lost-
Earth, heaven, light and forest-
Play in the play of the Almighty.
---Hannah Arendt

Anything can happen.
Those overlooked regarded.
Ground gives. The Heaven's weight
Lifts up off Atlas.
Capstones shift, nothing resettles right.
---Seamus Heaney.

Memory of sun seeps from the heart.
What is it?-Dark?
Perhaps! Winter will have occupied us
In the night.
--Anna Akhmatova

Black Sun
The sun's fire doesn't flare.
I think and feel it, everywhere.
Angels burnt to the core, mere silhouettes.
Forgotten lovers, darkened with regrets.

I see it on the glistening feathers of the crow.
In the shadows that make the earth go slow.
It lingers on the face of all that lives and dies,
But still it dazzles in your burning eyes.
---b.