#aprpad April 3, 2019

Walking home one evening after a visit with friends in the small town of Oliver, my partner and I were mesmerized by the sky. Here in the city with all the light pollution, we never get to notice it's splendour. 

Communion

bundled up 
we trek 
wine giddy,
into and through 
the crisp, clear
black night 

halos of 
street lights
guide our 
feet home

gazing 
skyward  
we, 
transfixed,
twirl round
and round,
agog 
at the golden,
glittering, 
magnificence 

humbled 
supplicants 
at the altar
of time and space,
we ponder,
how can it be
that we are made 
of  the same stuff 
as stars? 

3 comments:

  1. It must have been such a special moment! I love "at the altar/of time and space"

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  2. My favorite one yet! I love "wine giddy" and the way thoughts and observations unspool to that final wonder.

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