Sometimes I can really sink into the quiet that the road provides. This—four 4 x 10s with rhymes in lines 2 and 4—is the result of two flights across the US that I endured on Tuesday. ♥ EAB
Chromatic Aberration
Exposure: light slips beneath the surface
of everything, turning out the colors
inside the molecular code—red is
never secluded in the dark harbors
of oxidized iron, except when it’s
punctuated with copper, or brilliant
points of silver, or the scaffolding that’s
carbon as an operating quotient.
Sunlight bleeds only through smoky filters;
moonlight hemorrhages twice annually,
with annular eclipses as consorts
until the norm returns eventually.
But as all things shift state, and as all things’
binding rings decay into lighter worth
and being, shades and hues source from the same
pulses of starlight that loom over the earth.