LIGHT AND CRICKETS

I want to include the following poem in poems of light. I guess “clarity” is a form of light.
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CLARITY

crickets turning whirr
circling
wrenching to
sphere
orange
emanates
small
a baby’s
ear

hold it
in my hand
slips to touch
sideways glance
secures
not to know
but hear
say not
see but
touch
taste
my tongue
a cherry stem
twists
to
knot. (81)

This poem speaks to the part of ourselves where clarity is born. Not from the mind but the deeper regions where feelings, heart, mind are roiled around in a crucible and create a solid, dimensional object.


48 8/23
The crickets
began
chirping
at 4 P.M.
the sun in
golden light
chipping away
at the night
in its slowed
descent
now in pitch
black warm
the steady
hum
turning of the
Ball. (82)