A Prayer of June in Green and Brown

Athens, Georgia

June 18, 2014

To be present at creation

and wander deep time

weightless as the moment itself,

for eternity is an inbreath

of early June evening,

when life hums a low note

and late sun filters softness

through darkening shade;

or the pool of morning,

when buzz-trill and chirp-call

weave the tree tops, waking

whole days; or in the still-breath,

when slant yellow renders

shades of green to veins of gold

and the nervous house wren

pauses on a porch rail

regarding options.

He fans a tiny wing,

darts eyes, twitches

twice, flies. Action

breaks the idle spell, restores

the world to green and brown.

I do not trust a golden throne

guarded by pearl encrusted

gates. Just give me Now

in my outbreath and God

in the garden, trailing

dew beads to a new solstice.

"Primitive Dawn," by David Noah, Winterville, Georgia