Creation’s Dance Card

Sunrise

We look

     but don’t see

          varied stages of ruin and growing

               surround our beginnings

                     asking

Noon

We often listen

     but hear little

          even as inhaling winds from afar

               awaken something inside us

                    that place where

                        stories aren’t just read

                               illustration not just pictured

we squirm

eyes

ears

entreat enigma’s dots to connect

pleading

Sundown

We turn in place asking

       is such aliveness but our harlequin

           playfully sounding vesper’s invading calliope

                springing to life

                      lesson’s party of many unconnected stories

                             packed into dream’s blood red rosebuds

                                    as sleep and fire

Counted

But not tended

Circulating

But not freed

Imploring

Midnight

Our lamp insists on playing sun

     casting shadows across table’s plateau

           imitating daylight’s sister

                time’s knowing silhouette

                      insisting

Choice beckons

Lamp?

Shadow?

Leader?

Follower?

Creation’s dance card

     Always room for one more… or two