|Mosaic Nacht (night) by Hans Escher created in 1960-62|
Photo by Herzi Pinki
How swiftly each day passes! Already
equal to night, and then more swiftly yet
into autumn. It is night’s turn to get
attention, to greet us with her dark tea.
What a gentle host! She shares our harvest,
magnifying it so gratitude comes
as easily as smell and taste, so tongues
speak happyness for each and every guest.
Night shows us how to touch both root and sky.
In her embrace, we rest our illusions
of separateness and see how we are one.
It takes a dark night to demystify.
It is enough, we are enough. Night sighs.
Each autumn she must this lesson reprise.
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© 2018 Susan L. Chast