Glimpse

Glimpse

I have seen a glimpse of angels

Right here on the porch

This morning eternity was in the creek

Meandering through time’s torch

While those of the highway overpass

Went by toward their destinations

All the while they still went by

The creek moved still in contemplations

It always has, it always will

So I rest here in my chair in the sun

The hovering came, watching my watching

Then came a display of the bright heavenly ones,

Which I happened to simply catch in a moment

Yes, it was more than mere reflections

But it was much better than a nothing, naught

It was a marvelous resurrection

I didn’t need an answer, 

I didn’t need to know

I simply needed beauty

To remind me it was so

K, Duane Carter 6/30/12

Iconoclast

Iconoclast

I look out the morning window

The sun taking its time to rise

Orange and amber everywhere

Stillness in the skies

And yet

I see the wind chimes moving, drifting

A pendulum of dancing glass and light

They show a stirring of the wind

They show an ending of the night

And yet

In this box of paint and glass

I feel not a thing, sense only sight

Yet no experience, no heart felt stirring

Only a hunger to know the more, no more night

So I step outside

Wind touches every facet of my skin

My life, my love they begin again

Inside the shadow of the hummingbird does fall

But outside I hear his wings, his call

I breathe in the air

I feel the stirring

I know the sunlight

I hear the whirring

I am truly alive

K, Duane Carter 8-8-11