How I Understand Eternity
Organisms evolved colors before
there were eyes to see them.
I take a look before floating
to the Cretaceous where colors
are now butterflies and beetles
shaping themselves to flowers
of sassafras and magnolia. Their
scents fill my mind while night
starts to warp round me and a
rabbit in the doorway pauses
by a half-eaten apple. I watch
the lamplight's clear pool
on the ancient pinewood planks
fall through cracks and knotholes
onto the lives of mice as starlight
filters through the window
and falls on me.
In Late Light
Johns Hopkins University Press
Copyright © 2013 by Brian Swann
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