Quiet Moments Between the Stars
What is it that you think of
When the patience of the sky is spent
And a cool rain like a sleepy kitten stretching
Glances your skin?
What is it that you wish for
When the ancient power of night overcomes you
And all pretense and power have gone out from you
With nothing left to prove today?
Why stop by the lakes of winter
And observe the fish with their demanding expectations
Unless their beauty demands another day
Uneaten and left to their cold waters?
Struggle, and you will find
In the quiet moments between the stars
That you have traveled where you are
Without moving, and three things are clear:
In truth, no appointments are necessary;
In beauty, every hyacinth blossoms with its bee;
In goodness, we are drab individuals.
