In Another Place
And other time
Dropping from the stars,
I glide and hide, then hover,
Then add once more to my memoirs,
Images I discover.
Down below the river flow,
Into the turquoise sea,
And the land is aglow,
In mid-morning reverie.
A map of minute detail,
A view from up above,
All in scale and like braille,
I paint the scene with love.
Deep inside, somewhere I’ve been,
Spreads before my eyes,
Blues, browns, greys, ochre, and greens,
The skies reflect it.
I see the inches scale the miles,
And move my hand and brush,
In some styles that are trials,
Then redden with a blush.
Scenes of satisfaction,
Flow in faint design,
Diffraction and abstraction,
The scene I paint is mine.
Into another place and time
I linger for a while,
into the ether, wrapped in rhyme
My face reflects my smile.
As I’m dropping from the stars,
I meet the earth below,
She’s from Venus; he’s from Mars,
With the little that we know.
©
David Rudder
2023
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