Morgan Bazilian

Glimpses
 
Darkness grows
and then dissipates
because of the degrees
of the ecliptic.
 
A moving number
changing over time
seemingly constant,
but not at all so.
 
Like the solar storms
and magnetic bursts
creating the northern lights
or pulses on my computer screen.
 
The darkness moves, too.
more light each day
each minute
until it is entirely confident.



Sun
 
We are only passing through
the days
often hard to catch.
 
I try to stop
and discern
the clouds moving.
 
But lose focus quickly
and spin
with everyone else.
 
Remembering to stop again
on a quiet road
in a clearing.
 
Nothing extraordinary
car tracks in the snow
maybe a dog print.
 
Crows barking
mud, plastic,
an old leaf.
 
The things not celebrated
are the best reminders
of what is precious.
 


Morgan Bazilian is a poet and professor of statistical thermodynamics.