"Leap into summer"

Photo:  David Graham

Two more poems by Barry Spacks for you today--one rather short, one a bit longer, both full of light in true Spacksian fashion.

                                   Listening To Mozart

                                Awake in the dark,

                 the entanglements of years to unbraid,

                      she wakes beside me saying:

                           "It's 4:44...but not for long."

                                              *

                          This & that and hands & feet,

                aware of the pens in the cracked china cup,

                  the folders crammed with papers: lovely

                          life, oh glorious web of time.

  

                                              * 

                     Not IN time says the Teacher, we 

                        ARE time as we tune up the Mozart, leap 

                       into summer, 4:44 in the morning

                                  but not for long.

--Barry Spacks

                                        Ashes

                  O weighty self, chief agonist, 

         every 500 years the Phoenix 

                     flames her nest, reborn from the ashes

                        while you do exactly the same daily, 

                       rising from darkness into the morning. 

--Barry Spacks

Photo:  David Graham