136. To the Stars Through Difficulties: Joseph Bast

Day illuminates the dark stillness, at last.  She rises alone.
Silence exhales, Kansas winds cup the sails of her mind,
its compass directs a gaze beyond the withered hedge row
on horizons shimmering above the waves of bending dried pasture.
Rich scent of earth summons images of furrowed green tomorrows
reaped from burgeoning clouds remembered from fertile yesteryears.
She sips coffee, feels the cracks in the porch wood under her bare feet.
What pens the lyrics of today?
Listen!  Omega whispers in her ear “per aspera, strength”.
Drops of rain syncopate on the porch wood.  At last, September.
— Joseph Bast

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s