Settling In Gently by R.A.Davis

First, this is not mine to write about. But what happens to me what my eyes see what shapes me is mine. Words won't budge. So I'm left a little wordless a little stranded outside of the kind of time that links up like sturdy lego bricks, hours stacking tidily into days, days neatly lining into weeks. Sundance time is in the grass. The grass is an ocean. The waves surge and bend and say hush Or when you get up close, the tall midsummer grasses crackle, the seeds shuddering in their little pods. Opened doors, crosses portals. Some walls are torn down and others built again. Lightning crackles across the surfaces, birds and flying creatures cross the barriers with impunity. They invite us into trusting the portals.

I toss a coin in the air on a bright day It flies in the face of gravity Catches and throws back the light in rapid flashes Coin-glints are a tiny winking sun, too bright for eyes. Dark-light, dark-light, a short flight one thing or another. The dark face, the bright tail The blue shadow side opposite the blind-bright metal part two sides make one arc against the sky I feel launched into coin-flight Good-bad, good-bad flickering a binary That in the speed of time arcs towards sky then earth and makes one new thing, the flight is both light and dark.