This is a time to pause for rites of passage, to nestle
In the interim. A time for lucid thought & meditation.
To mediate the carom tipple, to ponder leaf fossils, amber, flint--
Determine which came first.
A time for brooks to sprint, to backfill glory holes, & to sluice
Downstream as shekel tributes
To the god of downspout rhythms.
A time for fingerlings to stretch, temper, arch, & hue
In reflective pools as incandescent lasers of prism light.
This is a time to pause & witness rainbows learning to fly.
First published in Indiana Voice Journal in April, 2015.
Kevin Heaton was born in Council Grove, Kansas, and grew up in Oklahoma. He currently lives and writes in South Carolina. His work has appeared in a number of publications including Guernica, Rattle, Slice Magazine, Beloit Poetry Journal, The Adroit Journal, and Verse Daily. He is a Best of the Net, Best New Poets, and a three-time Pushcart Prize nominee.
Edited by August Wright