I Would I Could Speak

I would speak the way first 

light does in the gradual sighs of the sun’s

slow, heavy breathing as it takes its place

in the sky as if every moment is made 

to last forever in that temporal eternal 

beauty enhanced by passing time.

I would I could speak such measured beauty,

catch and be caught by well-placed light

and shadows, nuanced meanings not blasphemed

by the refusal of change, the elemental element 

of beauty and truth, life.  Maybe even the way

we nonchalantly accept the light,

to have someone say of what I’ve said, “Of course.”

-Byron Hoot

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