Let there be cool linen and lovers resting between sheets humming a small heaven between them
Let there be a settlement of snow long green veils of rain and luminous squalors
Let the pulse beat within us rich as salt, hot as sun giving time its edge
Let us steep tansy, coriander and cloves in wine drinking deep its magic cures
Let us bring the knower to the known for there are no second comings and what waits is just a breath away
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Let there be days soft and deceptive the taste of water absolute the inner sun absolute and our awakening absolute
Let our life fly over fields filled with radiance we almost touch air we almost embrace and moments of near fullness
We are one with the legendary shadows smiling with apricot lips and vanilla voices singing the sea's high sound in a rush of joy before dark
When the last feather of light floats down on the ripening hours the breath grows visible dividing and dividing stillness
We recall fine tunings of sun the moon's ancestral silver fugitive years and moments nudging enchantment when we wore
the loose limbs of childhood and watched endless springs and summers steeped in the music of long-traveling light
Ruth Daigon was founder and editor of Poets On: for twenty years until it ceased publication. Her poems have appeared widely in numerous publications. Her awards include the Ann Stanford Poetry Prize and the Greensboro Poetry Award. She is the author of seven books, the most recent being Payday At The Triangle (Small Poetry Press, Select Poets Series) and Handfuls of Time (Small Poetry Press, Select Poets Series). Her poetry was published by the State Department in its exchange with Thailand, and its translation program has just issued the first book of modern American poets in English and Thai, in which she appears.
