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(Photo credit: This poem was inspired by German artist Boje Arndt Kiesiel’s piece, “The Ultraviolett III.  http://www.kiesiel.com)

 

A man lay dying in a field

Between blades of grass

Panting

A dog with no water

Searching for air

Not to be found.

 

 

In the quiet of the night

Where darkness

Falls

And fills the earth

Flowing over into

Crevices deep and wide.

 

 

He wondered at the sky

The reasons why

Seemed now to

Mean the most—

There was nothing left

To boast.

 

 

Emptied of the fight

His limbs now

Dreamed of flight

Wrists facing upward

The softness of his skin

Receiving midnight dew.

 

 

 

Fluttering eyelashes

Butterfly wings

Above his blue

Whispered memories

When hope was fresh

A fruit filled with sweet.

 

 

A sound in the sky

The wings opened wide

Staring

But not seeing

Hearing

He began to listen.

 

 

A breeze

Like mystery

Rolled in

A wave in the expanse

With surfing stars

A cosmic dance—

 

 

His limbs began to sway

Cradled by

Beauty

Far away

Above and close

Surrounding.

 

 

His heaving stilled

Focus tore free from

His breathlessness

To oxygen

Pouring down like

Honey.

 

 

Water leapt from his

Heart

Flooded his blue

And nourished

His soul and

The grass.

 

 

A release on the ground

A release up above

Two powers

Surging

Electricity between

The earth and the sky.

 

 

A man lay dying in a field

Until

He decided

Not

To

Die.

 

 

Instead, he laughed

He writhed in

The pain

And howled at the

Stains of grass

On his pants.

 

 

When laughing ceased

The loss and the

Pain and the

Breathless grief

Turned into smoke and

Flew into the clouds.

 

 

Mystery swirled

Like a ghost swinging

From the moon—

The living man stood

Said goodbye to the end

And hello to the new.

 

copyright Jill Szoo Wilson

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