Illumination

Illumination

Bright stars igniting scarce leaves,

how I love the joy you pushed into my gaze.

A crackle of light beneath darkened clouds

Why does your luminance appear now?

In the cloaking arc of a rainbow,

hurled out into the sky among pulses of rain.

A gift to the living dead, a wink at time,

whose heavy steps march with clocks, cemented minds.

Or is it because the world remains hidden

from me and all these others?

That technicolour quantum expelling grey

overcast skies, those unremarkable days.

Your razor throats, lightening and petrichor

Shattering a small reality with starlight among feathers.

A reminder that hope comes with each breath

when the hearts murmuration bring their small death.

Freeing me of virtual opium, I am aroused,

as the gushing rain, take the tears.

For those who will never see,

a rainbow light up cockatoos in an old eucalypt tree.

I would say I saw a beautiful thing today,

as I relished that swell of poetry’s grief.

That not one word could describe the overwhelm

of infinite light bursting my refuge, my diadem of time.

Dedicated to John Keats Poet (1795—1821)

Clare L. Rolfe