As Thickly Hangs (The Shadow Of A Pear) Poem by Jay Mandeville

As thickly hangs
the shadow of a pear,
as echoes strange
remain clinging to a wall,
across the object, plain
and tangible, I feel
a stirring, like a
spirit's counsel.

An ecstatic flight from
state to state I undertake,
in the very heart
of the commonplace,
inhabit by proxy
for one second's space
all that flows
through nature's
ceaseless template.

But the sky so pale,
draws me back to the wall -
its fresh paint
unimpaired by Time
can't depict or contain
the richness that
each earthly hour unbinds:
the pear, its shadow, and
all this moment's ragged ruins
escape, and are sent,
to some future,
unfindable continent.

They voyage from this
capacious Now,
toward history's
capricious
dead letter file
for each their own
appointed aisle
of artifacts forever
idle.