Carrying A Print of Starry Night Home
For Vango
Heading home, the day obeys universal laws
Night takes the shift, stars guard the gates
I tread upon a road of moonlight
As I pass by a purple lake.
Curious sheep surround me,
Their damp wool coats brush against my knees
The ducks startle and wobble off, quickly as ducks do.
Plunging thier leathery feet into the purple,
Paddling away, sweet sounds these webbed oars,
Causing both Luna and liquid
To wave like a tattered flag in Vango's
Swirling dream.
I am moving, everything is moving
Moving though nature's ineffable moments.
All living and non-living, moving.
Blue smoke, soft shades of crosses,
A Madonna, kneeling angels and standing saints.
And I for a moment in motion, I wished I had
No home to enter, I would stay and swim with
The night, The motherless quiet night.
Copyright ©2008 John Carroll Walls
poem by John Walls
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