Berkelium Bk #97

Day by day different

boxes of discrete realities

trade position with shadows

and sunlight followed with

dreams and then lunch. 

February March April May

frozen then free then

inside and outside and

move up the column

and down the row

every atom ascending to 

stability where time slows,

while electrons whirl merrily

without need of anything

to the end of

time and beyond where

what we know ends 

and what we don't

flits above and out

just other and next

away from incomprehensible shapes  

one after the other

whose meaning, like these

lines, bunched and arrayed, 

only nudge and mumble

codes and geometric glintings, 

without pine needles or

wavelets, the dog on

the sand dancing about.

Oh yes, I spoke

of the pure to

no one in particular

while the moon, always

still, yet scribbling light

on the surface blown

wiggly with night's breath

meaningful and ignored or

arbitrarily understood in stages,

while the canon sounds

and the shimmering won't

hold still one bit.

That swarm, just there,

gleaming on the water

we notice and love

and lose and leave.

Rains begin in California

and then warm returns

before the sun goes down. 

Hi friends,

I wrote the lines above three years ago for my Elements book. 

The blog piece that I wrote to send out today made me feel wiggly -- the lines on the page needed tuning; they felt overly complicated, lacking a center, maybe burdened with outside concerns...

I am heading to California very soon and the above poem swam up out of my mind. In reading the above lines, the words made me feel comfortable. We will be doing the San Francisco Fine Art Fair at the Fort Mason Center on April 17-20th. The title is an Element on the Periodic Chart, and I will be visiting family in Berkeley. Please read the above out loud. Take your time. Hope to see you folks on the travels I make with my art. 

Peace and love,

We are all together.

Bruce