Mystery

     for Sara, for Noah

 

Between the dark cocoon and the last flight

inside the threading of light into motion and wing

 

in the middle of vast hunger and feasts

a single azure bowl brimming with emptiness

 

within the blue center of the flame and

the hidden fire in the mind of the cell

 

between the moment of tearing open to new life

and the final merging into silence

 

at the crossroads between a boundless kindness

and the first tender seeds of enmity

 

between the vast blind dream of beginnings

and the first memories of story

 

between one word

and the next