Stone doorway

 

 

Within the stone doorway

 

Stands

 

No one, nothing,

 

Only

 

The juniper trees

 

That

 

Twist

 

In the crinkling air

 

Of morning,

 

Only the peace of the empty

 

Jars

 

That lie

 

Pale blue as the skies,

 

No one

 

Only the goldfinch with his black hat,

 

About to drop

 

From sunbeam to slender branch, to hop

 

And toot in the gray-

 

Pebbled dawn, only

 

The chasm that opens

 

Between the slanted

 

Sails of the stars

 

Where the ancient ones

 

Still

 

Walk in the windowed wind, where

 

The gold eyes

 

Of the bear

 

Reflect the rushing stream, where

 

Rocks remember,

 

Where glad ravens of rain clatter

 

To uncreate the rusted disarray

 

Of time, where the spirits of arcane mist

 

Call ever

 

In the green, breaking

 

Waves of the seas

 

There where there

 

Is no one

 

Nowhere

 

Only the shining wings of lands

 

Out there

 

In the lone doorway of stone

 

On the owl-enchanted outcrop

 

On the high

 

Hill.

 

Written June 28, 2009

 

Photo: Sanandkarunakaran / Wikimedia Commons / “This file is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported license.” Dolmens at Marayoor in Kerala, India.