1/19/2009

Collecting Beauty

In the quietness of years,
years looking back, looking

forward, the eye loses its place
in darkness and blinds itself.

In the room that I was given,
I collect beautiful things:

a green and wispy dragonfly,
a silver snakeskein, pieces

of honeycomb, thin as paper.
Before bedtime, I unlock

the windows to let darkness
fly in; a bottle on my nightstand

to trap it.

1 comment:

Matt said...

"a bottle on my nightstand to trap it."

Hey, where did you get that bottle, I've been looking for one of those but it always seems ...

;-)

Excellent poem!