Monday Poem

Bolts of Light

SunThe Sami have a hundred words for snow
I have few
Rivers of nuance flow from familiarity

I know the bite of my own bark
Toothless as a frog I sit upon my stone
I croak across my pond, the sun,
early spark and setting ember
knew what I have known
knows what I remember,
has seen it all, collecting as it burns
tells what it has shown
fastening with bolts of light
all love I never tendered

Jim Culleny