michael oliver

(13-4-1948 / swansea)

After the Solstice


Branches play the veil of focus
The ever blue is ever undecided
After punctuation is a part parted
A thrown definition in unwrapped flight

Look - a spread of flat expectancy
Not the echoed space of the past
Safe in a constant of speculation
Yellow light equivocates from brick - works

Sudden rainfall and startled thunder clap
Has no image nor musing fancy
Sunshine elsewhere - against dark - deep blue
Promises from the seasoned rain drop

The future is in memory mirrored
Unproven but proved by its reflection
Birdsong has not aroused it - yet
In a swaddled certainty - it is.

Submitted: Saturday, January 04, 2014
Edited: Friday, January 10, 2014
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