I remember dawn's assault on Greenlee
Charged with shadows darting through the sky—
Dark angels, raptors on the hunt
Twixt spiraling cliffsides, clouds awry
As the suns rend all the stars asunder
From depths on depths in former night,
To wrap around the nebular host
As daylight sears their trembling flight.
Eyes cannot handle the cloudy daytime there,
Minds squirm from its benumbing glow,
But evening's relief is a beginning
As that intrusive light accedes, consents to go...
With sundown and sundown and sundown,
The stars appear betwixt the mists.
The nebula builds like a daydream in the sky;
Heaven unfolds an artist's reverie, and twists
The heart to soar in an angelic congregation—
And so till the first of Greenlee's suns returns
Past twisted horizons to shake the world awake.
And once again we wait, while the planet burns.
Ross Chamberlain— 9/26/98