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I wish I was a ring of water

soft frozen 'round the moon

a rainbow dark

and wildly spun

across night's antiphonic tunes.

     I wish I was a gnarled old oak

     slowly reeling in the years

     a life marked by

     rhythm’s and rings

     few see, and no-one hears.

I wish I was a rain storm

agrowl in a distant sky

dashing cold and stark

grey winter rain

across the mountains sides.

    I wish I were a colony

    of roiling, ribald ants

    on forest floors en masse

    in search

    of the next night’s bivouac.

I wish I were an avalanche

of crushing powdered white

in flurry falling, gut

rock thundering

from corniced crowns of untold heights.

    I wish my mind were crystal

    tempered finer than diamonds ice,

    and tuned perfectly to

    the resonance of

    instinctive insect flight;

then some summer evening falling to

a thousand mosquitoes wings

it might spring brightly into a

million silver

slivered, shattered things...



into the dark’s long spiralling

sent





     to chase the light