A poem a day to the Millennium December 19,
Dawn is suffusively moist,
Eclecticly alive, heavy of promise
In nostrils that conjure braziers in
Tonga and Hokkaido. Yet
The day outside our window is filled
Figures leaning into a clamorous
Wind, tilting at geltmills with
Nikean strides, proud in regal
Headlessness designed for speed
We choose not to match.
The gift we're granted now leaves
Statues ranked down the endless beach:
Our time (moving at a pace so
That speed is frozen) makes waves into
Symphonies, play of seals into all
The cantatas Bach failed to write.
The tactile becomes a continent: its
Exploration opens vistas where colors
Lie outside the known and fall to us
Naming. How delightful that you share
With the brightest hue of sunrise.
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