First Sight

This day ends

on red rock

awakening the owls who

set out over the roads in silhouette

opening to the ancient mountain

a castle in rising

spires

voice

pastures in swirling wind

whispers

hear listen well

and something else comes open with it  

these thimbles in the bellies of lizards

I want to call them just a thing

but thing as

we

we

want all things to be

the smell of roses the sweetness of honey the coral of my oceans bottom

it jumps from all suggestions

deep as it flows 

it moves through rock

it calls us by name not given name nor surname  

but by our eternal name 

and

if our ears are of the cerulean sky

it may touch us

on the back

of our hand

we will learn what it is what it was

what light come in the caterpillar 

blessed as is the cat with nine lives

folded into one

perhaps not

now

but sometime