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Moment in the Sun

There is a lavishment of light

descending on the uplifted head

that makes the heart too dance

out of turn—

as if the two could meet…,

as if they could be one

and the whole man, bathed in brightness,

could rise from sphere to sphere

discovering exultation and knowledge

in the self-same sun.

I sit momently in that glory

beside Big Bald Creek splashing prisms from white light

and play my guitar to the Easter woods

as if the trees could rise

to a rhythm faster than their season-shift

along the timeless march of years.

If we could live one instant longer than the one small hour

stirred to such belief

the hemlock would break free and dance

and the very rocks would bloom.