alone again
the dust lies in a haze
at the horizon
pinkpurple rounded mountains
ringing this dried-up lake bed
i m p o s s i b l y f l a t p l a y a
it plays eye games with
my mind
it’s as close to silence as it comes
this week before sunday,
just far-off drums and sunrise
parties
ums-ums-ums-ums
sun up
sun up
dusty crusty funfur clad
twos and threes, walking, biking,
make their way
out
or
home
no-one speaks
no
need
we bathe ourselves in the morning
light stretched over the arc of sky
here where it’s flat you can see
the bend of the world
finally the pink gives way and the firstburst
of yellow rays breach the mountain side
striking minakawa’s mandala
first, then
one by one
each art instill-ation catches its singular
moment to be
lit
alone
with the sun
by sonja claire
