Papers on the Floor
“And they are dry and eternal.” -- Robert Bly
I
I love to know paper shredded on the floor in late December;
The floor beneath their colors is secrets, and silence--
Clearly littered with plastic straps--
And they held it all together.
II
This is the covering children know in the dreams from sugar-plum pillows,
Covering that wraps our best intentions,
With the joy of something promised long ago
Like a wise man’s star.
III
This covering is like a rainbow which has a single, simple message,
Unifying unlimited colors and secrets from the dreams of our deepest love.
Rainbows invite an upward gaze refreshed in noble deeds
As December’s star holds it all together.
--T.A. Sukany 26 Dec 2018
“And they are dry and eternal.” -- Robert Bly
I
I love to know paper shredded on the floor in late December;
The floor beneath their colors is secrets, and silence--
Clearly littered with plastic straps--
And they held it all together.
II
This is the covering children know in the dreams from sugar-plum pillows,
Covering that wraps our best intentions,
With the joy of something promised long ago
Like a wise man’s star.
III
This covering is like a rainbow which has a single, simple message,
Unifying unlimited colors and secrets from the dreams of our deepest love.
Rainbows invite an upward gaze refreshed in noble deeds
As December’s star holds it all together.
--T.A. Sukany 26 Dec 2018