Non Sequitur

She slows her glance down to a distance

her mind stirs 

at wit with  

its author

Remembers a name 

with tears and reluctance

A long, bright silent field

her skin in tranced season

and the slowing of her clouds

Inside, like a child she 

clings to the shade

I fade away with wonder

with question to where she feels 

this perfect death

I wonder for a moment

a man that seethes from an ancient alchemy

then dies within our structure

This single thought

as if to feel 

but not alone

In all of life’s complexity

derivative though we are

 

Should I again be death's acceptor  

with only this absurdity of life

improbable 

Or breathe again abundance

to be outside my shield of nature 

inside the love of all things incoherent

To be at one with my precious hour 

in defiance 

 

When she calls upon her sleeping gods

Non Sequitur

Author's Note

Painting by Ewa Hauton oil on canvas