Deepening Oneness with  Earth and the Divine

Snow all day until 
the sky is falling 
stasis–time mounting up 
like the ice in windy swirls, 
in spiraled, barred or elliptical
galaxies across the window glass; 
and the dim caul of air 
like that star cloud 
in Sagittarius, so dense 
it blocks our view to the center 
of the Milky Way.

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And so 
I finally have hours to do 
nothing but settle back 
and remember what it was 
exactly I used to be 
so obsessed about–what went 
climbing out of my heart 
pure as the purple flames of bougainvillaea up the sun-bleached stucco of my youth? …

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–An excerpt from Dark Time by Christopher Buckley