Think of it. Anything.
Like the afternoon discovery that leaves are blue
Near a sun-gathering pool,
Privet or aspen, hedge or trembling tree.
Remembered, the light grows tense,
The image in the centered mind beats forward,
Burns an instant, turns stomy,
Stilled.
Or think of having been a child in the smooth church-
The beveled wood, the stain, the grain, the slope
Of the glimmering pew in front, the hymnal racks,
The gloomy column, the candles turned down low
On the green Trinity altar.
A dark throbbing of air, a cavern.
The image brims over, holds,
And is stilled.
Brave then even love's hazard remembered-
Loved years, and always harder, so long untold, to speak,
But one day speaking. That!
Unsuppressible shaking.
Eyeshot cast to the standing brilliance
Angled behind the clouds, blue, then the sun.
Declared!
Sung out of the ribs hilarious, a roar in the world.
Then holding, abeat with achieved music, love's body. Held.
Stilled.
Dazed images. Intervals.
A mind-shimmer to a place, a time.
Think of it. Then
Think of it gone.