A Poem For Sunday

"Gnomon" by Noelle Kocot:

A mirthy owl stands past breathing.

It is a plate-glass rescue

Of the ten thousand things.

Martha knew it once, came

To her own conclusions.

Then her spirit cried for respite

And release. There was no

Other season for the blatant cross-

Road of the yellow trees.

There was no other, Martha

Knew as she flew to the giant

Warmth in the desert of the real.

(From The Bigger World by Noelle Kocot © 2011. Reprinted with permission of Wave Books and the author. Photo by Flickr user Mr. T in DC)