The Shimmering

Inverted sequined gown of marvel
A-twitter you are shutter-danced light
Stuttered tulips that burst in stripped darkness
Moon-silent hand in the slipped sky
Fish gills pulsed softly in the sea
Cricket song that chants the night
I too am the shimmering

A longing so deep I am blinded by swept dust
To shine on subdued wicks of shaded willingness
To be the flicker-eyes in lamp-tongues
To appear as a waffling feather in the gust
To appear as a flitter-image that soars in wind
To appear as an ashen reflection upon still water
To appear as through heat waves in desert air
To come as the fire within the distant rippled dark
I too am the shimmering

I shimmer-shiver to know the shimmered touch
A twinkle inside the abyss's blackness
A tremulous light a-glimmer in the lake
A sparkle lit-string upon the rock-face
I too am the shimmering

A brown moth a-flutter at the French-window
That moves upon the wavering - Withering-jitter
To burn unsteadily in the phantom-marsh
To burn so fitfully in the ghost-swamp
To cause scaled flight to move so volatile
Into the haloed glow of the candled mist
I too am the shimmering

This flicker-fire drafted like gull-smoke
A brief movement through the tall grass
A tremor upon the unstable ground
An inconstant flutter within the pulse
An inconstant wavering light at the point
A brief sensation on the lover's skin
A slight sensation in the lover's flesh
A quick sensation within the lover's bone
An endless movie in the lover's head
A raft that drifts on that far ocean
I too am the shimmering

Notes:
R. H. Peat - 8/31/97 - 10:17 PM
From a copy of a photo/ By Ben F. Laposky/ From "Reflections on the Gift of
A Watermelon Pickle"

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