The Days of Now
On the night before Now we all clambored over and greeted each other by the gateway. Now came the first morning. We opened for each other many conversations and passed cups around the shining circle. On the second of Now, I could see a long way in people's eyes which cleared to let in the light. On the third of Now, everyone started dialing up tomorrows, released laughter and embraced every future Now with braided voices and sweat-slicked arms. Each night Now the sky came down to join us, like an animal testing the scents. On the fourth of Now we saw magic inside ourselves and blew gently the embers in each other. On the fifth day Now transformed into pieces of hours and sounds. There was baying and mirth and sweet fresh rubbing of skin on skin. The sixth of Now saw us plain and fearful, thrilled and drawn to each other in new forever dreams. On the seventh of Now we redrew all our lines, filled all the hollows, as Now expected. At last the night Now draped velvet and quiet as hushed we prepared our ascent. This night is that night Now. It has unquenchable questions and the same different beginning. On top of morning Now and all through evening Now we waxed and shined the circle again sipped each other's songs and touched old and new alike. Ralph Copleman * * ========================================================== osl...@listserv.boisestate.edu ------------------------------ To subscribe, unsubscribe, change your options, view the archives of osl...@listserv.boisestate.edu: http://listserv.boisestate.edu/archives/oslist.html To learn about OpenSpaceEmailLists and OSLIST FAQs: http://www.openspaceworld.org/oslist