A BRAVE
AND LOVEABLE MIRACLE
Returned to
that hut by the rust-painted rocks
where,
once, I saw the sun set, veiled in her
contrived
modesty and blushes, and later,
where I saw
the sun rise erect
in his
fantastic oriental pride.
O, lovely
show off!
I saw you
lift up from underneath the night,
from
underneath the tousled bird-blue bedding
of a
crumpled sea…
Such a
rising up of the day, it was,
appearing,
engorged, from under the gently rippling
raw silk of
the sea…
The
conceited peacock,
standing to
attention outside my window,
guardian of
the liquid light,
wearing his
ludicrous little crown,
craned with
admiration at the regal uprising
of the day…
The sweet
applish leaves of the cider gums,
busy in
their soft chatter,
were
suddenly hushed and suspended,
alert to
his salt-stung breath…
and the
rowdy authority of the rooster,
watcher of
the long grey hours,
was held at
bay by the morning’s inflamed glory-
the
miraculous resurrection of the day.
And O! my lovely! what heavenwards delights
ascended
with the pulsing incarnation,
the
blissful optimism,
of that
day!
