Poetry-A.S. Coomer


by A.S. Coomer


“For it is important that awake people be awake...”

-William Stafford from A Ritual to Read Each Other


We are all capable

of sweeping beauty

& inescapable rage.

We, floating freely

like early summer

thunderheads, suspended

like dust and ash

after the blast,

move in patterns,

the fog clung close

to moving water still

warm from yesterday’s sun,

heads bowed, eyes closed,

hearts on mute,

mind stuck in another season,

until motion,

a jarring jerk,

a shove or flounce,

brings us back into the present,

into the now

---Dao shrouded & resplendent

in complimenting dichotomies--

and we open our feeble eyes.