Monday, May 6, 2019

Ode to Happiness




Another dusk
with a round wooden table
empty chairs 

leant back watching clouds
   translating shapes against a light blue sky
of ever changing hues
                                    against a tropical sky
shaded by shrubs like a garden
where Merwin met 
infinity

where privacy ruled 
behind a thicket behind a fence
a clearing in a mist of mythic making
where makers of metaphor made magic

a robin singing at twilight
his best song kept for dawn as sunlight fades

          Leavetakings
       fond farewells:
   the future holds our death;
 more urgent now to return
   to that table, those chairs
         those
             bottles 
                of myth
                we
            poured nightly


         Each return 
       brings death closer...
    yet our myth is enriched
   that table, those chairs
    these glasses chinking
       touching of hands, lips...
           yet that place
              does not
                detain
                  us


       our hands our eyes
       recreate it
       in another time
       another place...

       love your eyes
which bring me glimpses of north light
need the north light of your eyes
            like a painter

            painting



Dick Russell
copyright © 2017, 2019


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