mccarthyism

I'm not real happy with this but I did work darn hard on it. I should say that a couple lines are lifted from Lee Bozeman, the “moving leaves” and the thunderclap being a "gorgeous sound" in particular. I couldn't think of a better way to say it.


“Glorious Appearing”
One morning, just at dawn I had a sense
And turned, felt the air shimmer
Turned quick to the lightness, the moving leaves.

Then felt the tremor ebb and the air’s inertia flag,
Saw only wind waving the branches,
Only sun on the table, oblong beside the flowerpot,
Pooling on the linoleum, and opening
The chrysanthemums on their stems.

Do you always move through ether,
Filter through interstices and greenness of leaves?
Do you move by bending waves
By suspended particles refracting
Through rays angling in space?

A storm at twilight, the air heavy
It threatened and broke, a revelation
Strong thrills of light and green darkness
The fat wet drops and the thunder clapping,
That gorgeous sound
And afterward, mauve-gauze blue and hazy
I felt the tremor subsiding and the light returning,
A mackerel sky, like a beach at low tide.
The cloud wrack moved away.
 
I made sure it was you
Who permeates all space,
Whose vibrations are light