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Friday, May 16, 2014

Jeffrey Harrison: "Interval"
















Sometimes, out of nowhere, it comes back,
that night when, driving home from the city,
having left the nearest streetlight miles behind us,

we lost our way on the back country roads
and found, when we slowed down to read a road sign,
a field alive with the blinking of fireflies,

and we got out and stood there in the darkness,
amazed at their numbers, their scattered sparks
igniting silently in a randomness

that somehow added up to a marvel
both earthly and celestial, the sky
brought down to earth, and brought to life,

a sublunar starscape whose shifting constellations
were a small gift of unexpected astonishment,
luminous signalings leading us away

from thoughts of where we were going
or coming from, the cares that often drive us
relentlessly onward and blind us

to such flickering intervals when moments
are released from their rigid sequence
and burn like airborne embers, floating free.



"Interval" by Jeffrey Harrison, from Feeding the Fire. © Sarabande Books, 2001.

Photography credit: Untitled image of fireflies by Donna Van Bogaert (originally color). The photographer blogged: "I have buffered some of the loss of the spring blooms and delight myself with the coming constellation of little stars in my backyard. Beautiful."


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