Thursday, June 24, 2021

Remnant Vision

I wonder about the birds        

who fly across 

as I’m driving, swerve 

underneath, appearing 

and disappearing like shamans

in the twinkling of eyes --

unprovable and undeniable.

What worries me is how many

moments I’ve had like that

beyond everything except 

the certainty that lingering image

of someone entering and not

re-appearing, that echo waiting

for a word that never comes

like those birds  who fly 

in front of me I see on one

but not the other side.

-Byron Hoot

http://hootnhowlpoetry.com/

Monday, June 7, 2021

Frayed

There was a time when forever 

seemed that way; now, the edges 

are frayed on that seamless robe.

Tomorrow does not stretch out

so far – the “w” is more distinct.

It is harvest time in the heart,

the winnowing of what matters

separated from the chaff 

of why-bother-anymore.

The thing about kaleidoscopes

people remember is the 

change each turn creates forgetting

the brilliance of the pieces

which never changes at all.

I have not seen the footprint 

of eternity only the frayed 

edges of that robe, that shadow

almost translucent. 

-Byron Hoot

http://hootnhowlpoetry.com/

Art by Zach Baker

Pride #1 2024 Untitled 2024