Blink
. . .
In a blink the sun comes up
over mountains sublime
and the sea laps it’s rim like a pup
. . . regal elms come and go
. . . splayed trunks broken by blight,
. . . limbs corrupt
future and past together abide,
winds whistle side by side,
bodies touch and often burn up
. . . wars rage,
. . . scriptures are taught,
. . . good and bad divide,
. . . killers are caught,
. . . doors open doors shut
in a blink they say
never the twain shall meet,
but twain meets: the poor collide
with those on high, who live like Tut
. . . notions of right and wrong are cinched
. . . in tiny minds that grasp and clinch
. . . and root and rut
love is made,
bodies entwine,
hate’s kicked on its ass so hard
it can’t get up
. . . mountains move,
. . . the earth erupts,
. . . promises are kept
. . . and given up
. . . and odes and fugues
. . . make offers
. . . we shouldn’t refuse,
. . . they demand
. . . we not interrupt
in a blink
all of us know
but no one agrees
if mountains are mountains
and trees are trees
if sky is sky
if mud is mud
if wine’s just wine
if blood’s just blood
. . . either way
. . . in a blink,
in a blink
we drink
it up
.
by Jim Culleny; March 19, 2005