Casa Luna
2007 - 2019
Split of a thunder egg.
Wrinkle in time.
The crease in these mountains
that opened and let me in.
Steep auditor of dreams:
Become what I will make you.
Vermillion, chartreuse, gold—
creek waters singing down
the vale: Listen:
Everything needs tenderness.
Everything needs rest.
—Tricia Gates Brown
Used by permission of the poet. Photo by David Kovalenko, Creative Commons, via Unsplash.
"Everything needs tenderness.
Everything needs rest."
I'm charmed by this poem so rich in imagery it recalls marvelous poems from the American Surrealist/Romantics of the Sixties. Thank you!